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hangin at the bar another round or two

stagger my way out, booze on breath, a bad attitude

street brawler dont like the length of my hair

try to fuck me up, I can see it in his stare

throws the first punch

a disconnect

its time for lunch

time to get decked!

stars in my eyes

a flashing light

blood on my face

no help in sight

crawling on his knees the flame lit high

boot meets his head, time for a ride

yanking on my hair pulling on my chains

looks at my gaze as i smash his brains