From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing
Bar room brawl, the fisticuffs song
The words you sing, don't need to be long
(a long term friend in here)
Broken gla**, blood mixes in beer
Folded hands, grip frozen in fear
Carded tabs, run the length of inked arms
Unwelcome faces, upset the cold calm
Stare you down, felt your skin crawl
(blood near boiling)
Slow ceiling fan kept dust stuck on walls
Smoke filled tanks of thiry plus men
(some just under)
Clung to gla** like girls thet knew when
Frail jaded men, punch their pain held within
Lonely bruised hands
Lonely bruised hands