Dogs With Jobs - Ace To The Face lyrics

I'm on the subway, I ride alone Four in the morning, I'm heading home My walkman's wailing, I'm a little high Typical night in the heat of July I'm just sitting there, bangin' my head Headphones are loud enough to wake the dead My eyes are closed, the subway stops I lift my lids to spot three jocks (...or did I dream it...) Their lips are moving, I can't hear a sound They look at me and then they laugh I back the volume down But, I keep on bangin', actin' like I'm deaf Their laughing at my leather and studs and the albums on my left (...this is where I stand...) Shut yer faces f*ggots, you piss me off, and when I get mad... someone gets offed Ace to the face, a forearm smash Under the eye, a dripping gash Ace to the face, a kick in the nuts Ace to the face, a knife in the guts All is quiet blood, creeps the floor The subway stops, I head for the door Up the stairs to the breeze on the street I get outta there, still sweating from the heat (...or did I dream it... I dunno...) Those f**ing a**holes, they had it coming You cut down a thrasher, you get a cuttin' Metal is raging again, screaming in my phones I wake up, just in time for my stop, resuming my trip home