Broken Bones Lyrics

I knew I was under their scrutiny
The whole party really sucked
They were all a bunch of Red Necks
Lookin’ to beat somebody up
So I gathered up my bottles
Took one last swig of beer
I'm trying find a friend somewhere to show me outta here

When I heard from close behind me,
“All you punks are f*cked up fags,
those beady little eyes of yours’ll make great punching bags.”
They beat me quick and bloody
Said, “You know that punk is dead.”
They asked me what I thought of that
f*ck off was all I said.

Broken Bones

The broken bones begin to mend And the bruises slowly fade
I feel perversely satisfied
Thinking of the friends I haven’t made
I’ve since taken up Karate
And I bought myself a gun
Next time they want to beat up a punk
I'm gonna have myself some fun.

When I heard from close behind me,
“All you punks are f*cked up fags,
those beady little eyes of yours make great punching bags.”
They beat me quick and bloody
Said, “You know that punk is dead.”
They asked me what I thought of that
f*ck off was all I said.

Broken Bones

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