Bruises for my troubles
And troubles give me bruises
Classification is big at High School
And they've stuck me with the losers
Sniggering and sly talk
Like I learnt to read lips a while ago
So don't clap at the top of that mountain
And try to blind me with all that snow
They believe I'm a chained bull
They can **** me into anger
But this ****
Is
Going
Down
And you think you know me, but I'm a stranger
Weren't you told as a kid
To not talk with whom you know not?
I'm allowed to fight back now
So
Run
Before
I
Watch
Your
Corpse
Rot
Honestly
My father said if words don't work
Just knock 'em one
But stop short of going bezerk
He doesn't wanna pay what they'll need if I stick them
In
A
Wheelchair...
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Bruises for my troubles
And troubles give me bruises
Classification is big at High School
And they've stuck me with the losers
Sniggering and sly talk
Like I learnt to read lips a while ago
So don't clap at the top of that mountain
And try to blind me with all that snow
They believe I'm a chained bull
They can **** me into anger
But this ****
Is
Going
Down
And you think you know me, but I'm a stranger
Weren't you told as a kid
To not talk with whom you know not?
I'm allowed to fight back now
So
Run
Before
I
Watch
Your
Corpse
Rot
Honestly
My father said if words don't work
Just knock 'em one
But stop short of going bezerk
He doesn't wanna pay what they'll need if I stick them
In
A
Wheelchair...
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