Broken Bones Songtext
von The Freeze
Broken Bones Songtext
I knew I was under their scrutiny
The whole party really sucked
They were all a bunch of rednecks
Looking to fuck somebody up
So I gathered up my bottles
Took one last swig of beer
And I tried to find a friend somewhere
To show me out of here
When I heard some thugs behind me
All your punks are fucked up fags
Pussy, little eyes of yours
Don′t make great punching bags
They beat me quick and bloody
Saying "You know that punk is dead"
They asked me what I thought of that
"Fuck off" is all I said
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
The broken bones began to mend
And the bruises slowly fade
I feel perversely satisfied
Thinking of the friends I haven't made
But since taking up karate
And I bought myself a gun
Next time they want to beat up a punk
I′m gonna have myself some fun
I hear some thugs behind me
All your punks are fucked up fags
Pussy, little eyes of yours
Don't make great punching bags
They beat me quick and bloody
Saying "You know that punk is dead"
They asked me what I thought of that
"Fuck off" is all I said
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
The whole party really sucked
They were all a bunch of rednecks
Looking to fuck somebody up
So I gathered up my bottles
Took one last swig of beer
And I tried to find a friend somewhere
To show me out of here
When I heard some thugs behind me
All your punks are fucked up fags
Pussy, little eyes of yours
Don′t make great punching bags
They beat me quick and bloody
Saying "You know that punk is dead"
They asked me what I thought of that
"Fuck off" is all I said
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
The broken bones began to mend
And the bruises slowly fade
I feel perversely satisfied
Thinking of the friends I haven't made
But since taking up karate
And I bought myself a gun
Next time they want to beat up a punk
I′m gonna have myself some fun
I hear some thugs behind me
All your punks are fucked up fags
Pussy, little eyes of yours
Don't make great punching bags
They beat me quick and bloody
Saying "You know that punk is dead"
They asked me what I thought of that
"Fuck off" is all I said
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Fucking punks
Writer(s): Peter Agren, Pernille Rosendahl, Johan Wohlert, Jan Olof Kask Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

