Knucklehead
I start this revolution form a dodgy little boozer next door.
I'm tanked up to eyeballs but loyal to the core.
I get this feeling inside me.
I enter another zone.
My minds prepared for battle.
Before i think about going home.
They won't understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
The only road to justice.
A mission to settle the score.
You'll never see me statisfied.
Till your lying on the floor.
Can't helps this strange obsession.
No hobby to fill the void.
No conscience to remind me.
Morality devoid.
They won't understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
I'm tanked up to eyeballs but loyal to the core.
I get this feeling inside me.
I enter another zone.
My minds prepared for battle.
Before i think about going home.
They won't understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
The only road to justice.
A mission to settle the score.
You'll never see me statisfied.
Till your lying on the floor.
Can't helps this strange obsession.
No hobby to fill the void.
No conscience to remind me.
Morality devoid.
They won't understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
I hear this voice inside my head that i don't understand.
A demon or a devil.
A force from another world.
I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
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Writer(s): John Pearce
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