You were stood on the side of the road
After they kicked everyone out
You started to shout
Looking for something to settle your stomach
A little waved after shredding the summit
That’s when it all kicked off
Just ‘cos he looked at you wrong
“You what? Come on then!”
You’re pushing and shoving
Flashing lights and we all start running
Next thing you know, he’s got your head through the door
“What was that for?
I didn’t have anything to do with it”
“What a load of shit, mate, you’re nicked”
What’s your mum gonna say?
All of that fuss ‘cos he looked at you the wrong way
But we hopped the fence ‘cos
Fuck helping you out right now
I’m sure it will all work itself out
In the morning
We’re only having a laugh
Didn’t mean to kick up all of the fuss
So settle the dust
Lined up outside of the inn
Talking a lot, not saying a thing
Stop being so aggressive, lad
‘Cos the boys in blue look pretty mad
You’re gonna say something
You don’t wanna say when they’re listening
You’re wound up
And they just won’t listen to a
Single reason you have given
And you’re all torn out
But you’re writing it down
Then look at the ground
Then looking around
To make a run for it
Asking the score
Talking to you is becoming a chore
I’m pretty sure this will all work out
When I see you come around
In the morning
All kicks off
Shut the fuck up
A line that you crossed
And you bet on luck
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
What a prick
Got away with it
And you can’t come down from the high that it gives
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
All kicks off
Shut the fuck up
A line that you crossed
And you bet on luck
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
What a prick
Got away with it
And you can’t come down from the high that it gives
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
All kicks off
Shut the fuck up
A line that you crossed
And you bet on luck
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
What a prick
Got away with it
And you can’t come down from the high that it gives
And you can’t talk your way out
Oh, you say
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”
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