I knew I was under their scrutiny The whole party really sucked They were all a bunch of Red Necks Lookin' to beat somebody up So I gathered up my bottles Took one last swig of beer I'm trying find a friend somewhere to show me outta here When I heard from close behind me "All you punks are f*cked up fags Those beady little eyes of yours'll make great punching bags." They beat me quick and bloody Said, "You know that punk is dead." They asked me what I thought of that F*ck off was all I said Broken Bones The broken bones begin to mend And the bruises slowly fade I feel perversely satisfied Thinking of the friends I haven't made I've since taken up Karate And I bought myself a gun Next time they want to beat up a punk I'm gonna have myself some fun When I heard from close behind me "All you punks are f*cked up fags Those beady little eyes of yours make great punching bags." They beat me quick and bloody Said, "You know that punk is dead." They asked me what I thought of that F*ck off was all I said Broken BonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
