History

Where'd you get those two black eyes?
Did it all not go to plan?
Did they take you by surprise?
Does it make you feel like a man?
But who respects a man who cries
When his ego's kicked and beaten?
Or even when a good friend dies?
Or even for no reason?

But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history
Or sail away and fight a war or
Solve all life's mysteries
But I think you'd rather stay in these four walls
And drink all day and scratch your balls well...

But if you want to create poetry
Then pick up your pencil
And put it down on the paper
And paint me a picture
Of romance and literature
But don't regurgitate your lies
They'll only come back round to bite you
Even for the one who tries
To turn their life round just to spite you

But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history
Or sail away and fight a war or
Solve all life's mysteries
But I think you'd rather stare at these four walls
Eat shite all day and scratch your balls well...

But if you're wanting to go down, go down in history
Or sail away and fight a war or
Solve all life's mysteries
But I think you'd rather stay in these four walls and
Sleep all day and scratch your balls well
Yes I think you'd rather stare at these four walls
Smoke weed all day and scratch your balls well



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Writer(s): Tom Limon
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