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It’s stifling in the bar, smells of sweat and cheap lager
You stand at the counter, waving your flag like a swagger
A hero at the table, king of the drunken drama
Thinking your tongue saves you from the trauma?
You threw around threats, spitting right in our face
But this ain't Twitter, pal, this is a dangerous place
Your eyes are shifting, hands shaking in fear
Too late, son, there’s no way out of here

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When arguments end – the steel comes into play!
The fist backs the words, no mercy today!
Split lips are the stamp on your lies and your fame
You signed your own warrant in this dirty game!
The Fist! Backs! The Words!


Save your apologies, go tell them to your mommy
Teeth on the floor – the best scars, trust me
Did you think respect was something you could buy?
Or drown us all out with a loud, desperate cry?
The street remembers, the street waits for the fall
If you can't back your talk, you'll be crawling down the hall
Your vocabulary was rich, bold and absurd
But my argument is sharp – mark my word!


A word isn't a bird? No.
A word is a bullet.
You shot first. You missed.
And I... I don't miss.
Get up! I said, GET UP!


Припев
When arguments end – the steel comes into play!
The fist backs the words, no mercy today!
Split lips are the stamp on your lies and your fame
You signed your own warrant in this dirty game!
The Fist! Backs! The Words!


For.
Every.
Single.
Word.