Barroom Brawl

It started out as a barroom brawl
And escalated into full-blown war
A family feud over who's screwing who
Fuelled by rumours construed by an uncouth few
Shooting up in bathroom stalls
Scrawling slanderous slang all along the walls
They may all be lies but through drug-damaged eyes
They're as close to the bone as the truth

Broke and alone
From a broken home
Any excuse to break some bones
An inquisitive glance, and off he goes

All in due time
He'll do his time

It started out as a barroom brawl
And escalated into full blown war
Nought makes you dumber than snow in the summer
But it helps him to talk the talk
Doing lines, feeling ten feet tall
Ploughing through crowds like a cannonball
Half-swagger, half-stagger, his heart beating faster
But he's too high to walk the walk

A quiet street corner, a lamp-lit street
He finds himself helpless, on his knees
They'll make him plead
A quiet street corner, a lamp-lit street
They introduce concrete to his teeth
They'll make him bleed



Credits
Writer(s): Hywel Lloyd Pitts, Rhys Dafydd Evans, David Michael Lyndon Thomas, Daniel Rhys Owen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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