Bruise Control
Got a fresh deck to snap
Four tinnies on my lap and I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Got Thin Lizzy on my mind
With that deck to grind cause I'm pumped!
(I'm fuckin' pumped!)
Said just finished work,
Gonna go berserk cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Nothing's gonna stop me,
Gonna chop me
Gonna bop me,
Cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Don't wanna be a copper,
I ain't no fuckin' snitch
I'd rather be a down and out,
Dead in a ditch,
Don't wanna be a copper,
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' fascist loser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' office snoozer
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not a longboard cruiser
Wanna be a bruiser,
Not fuckin' you!
It's a Friday night,
To set the world alight and I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped)
Twenty quid to my name,
Gonna blow my brains cause I'm pumped!
Suns out, guns out,
Gonna be a winner and I'm pumped!
Nothin' more, nothin' less
Don't want no fuckin shinner, cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Don't wanna be a copper
I ain't no fuckin' snitch
I'd rather be a down and out,
Dead in a ditch,
Don't wanna be a copper
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' fascist loser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' office snoozer
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not a longboard cruiser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not fuckin' you!
I said bruise, control!
I said bruise, control!
Alright!
Not fuckin' you!
Let's go, let's go!
Not! Fuckin! You!
Four tinnies on my lap and I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Got Thin Lizzy on my mind
With that deck to grind cause I'm pumped!
(I'm fuckin' pumped!)
Said just finished work,
Gonna go berserk cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Nothing's gonna stop me,
Gonna chop me
Gonna bop me,
Cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Don't wanna be a copper,
I ain't no fuckin' snitch
I'd rather be a down and out,
Dead in a ditch,
Don't wanna be a copper,
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' fascist loser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' office snoozer
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not a longboard cruiser
Wanna be a bruiser,
Not fuckin' you!
It's a Friday night,
To set the world alight and I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped)
Twenty quid to my name,
Gonna blow my brains cause I'm pumped!
Suns out, guns out,
Gonna be a winner and I'm pumped!
Nothin' more, nothin' less
Don't want no fuckin shinner, cause I'm pumped!
(I'm pumped!)
Don't wanna be a copper
I ain't no fuckin' snitch
I'd rather be a down and out,
Dead in a ditch,
Don't wanna be a copper
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' fascist loser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not some fuckin' office snoozer
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not a longboard cruiser
I wanna be a bruiser,
Not fuckin' you!
I said bruise, control!
I said bruise, control!
Alright!
Not fuckin' you!
Let's go, let's go!
Not! Fuckin! You!
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Cryer, Jim Taylor, Niall Griffin, Tommy Morris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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