Fight Dirty

Fight Dirty, that's what he said
After seven pints of beer and thirty cigarettes
Cue Ball, corner pocket, blue chalk on his chin
A lonesome bullseye in a sky of dents
Gotta throw them a curveball, swing and a miss

Play nicely, that's what they taught me
Said 'share-fairing good sports woulddo the same'
But the more that I sweat, the more that I bleed
While the hotshot on top loses count of his beans
Highlit and backspaced my fathers factory

But as far back as I can remember
The ball field was never that level or even
The wind and the tide, the sand in our eyes
And if we're to rise, gotta stand on each others backs

Fight Dirty, hit below the waist
That's how its done to us
Behind closed doors each day
Rules they don't follow, treaties they snapped
With a raise of a drink, of a pint of a glass
You fixed the game?
I'll cheat if I must take it back

But as far back as I can remember
The ball field was never that level or even
The wind and the tide, the sand in our eyes
And if we're to rise, gotta stand on each others backs

Fight Dirty, no more foolin' round for me
With permits and escorts and picnics for peaces
There's a top to take back, a bus seat to keep
Time to put down your dukes - scratch, bite, kick and scream
I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed

But as far back as I can remember
The ball field was never that level or even
The wind and the tide, the sand in our eyes
And if we're to rise, gotta stand on each others backs

Fight dirty... So I shrug and take a shot, he says
'You disagree? Well go on with the same old
Beg of the thieves - your job will be saved, your prisoners freed
They'll stop starving millions, they'll cure the disease
But me? I'm a spanner - and they've always got desks to clean'

But as far back as I can remember
The ball field was never that level or even
The wind and the tide, the sand in our eyes
And if we're to rise, gotta stand on each others backs

Fight Dirty