Violence

You were waiting on the sidelines Sat down by the offy They’re coming out strong Even brought their dog Fuck that, took a step back But you ran straight in, balaclava on And now you’re saying “You what?” Days on the trot Happens more often than not “And I never would have done it if I knew I’d get caught” Chewing on the bullets that you shot Got high in the backseat, taken aback Now the whole routine’s gone off of the track And he’s on the attack, no going back No surrender, a full relapse Down on the floor, spilled drink And a couple loosе screws Don’t help when you got a short fusе And when you’re pouring a little more booze You got nothing to lose Violence Violence Flashing, sirens Violence Spitting teeth on the street Every day of the week Tuesday night out, looking pretty bleak Saying “It’s on sight” Every single night, all fight, no flight Stressed out, in a mess now On a come down, ghost town Looking around, now you’re out in front But you never give him the odds Hard as nails, barking like a dog Stuck on a line, can’t turn the page Full of rage As he’s fighting back the feeling To put the lad in his place Face red raw, but he’s been there And done that before Does it for fun Go on my son And you’re taking whatever Never better, you live forever When you’re old and you’re weathered Gonna do it in any weather Low key on the dresser Saying you got it together Wherever, whenever, whatever Got you floating like a feather Violence Violence Flashing, sirens Violence You don’t need a brain to go running to the cavalry Far from it, mate Just a spirit and a chaser Read all about it in the paper Wait a minute, I’m falling You don’t need a brain to go running to the cavalry Far from it, mate Just spirit and Violence (Pay for VIP, knock ‘em down like 1-2-3) Violence (S-C-R-A-P, you said “don’t you fuck with me”) Flashing, sirens (Pay for VIP, knock ‘em down like 1-2-3) Violence (S-C-R-A-P, you said “don’t you fuck with me”) Violence Violence