Someone's gonna get their lights turned out tonight

Someone’s gonna get their head smashed in tonight

Someone's gonna get their head smashed in tonight

Someone’s gonna get their lights turned out tonight

I can still smell the sweet taste of concrete

Better than that cheap perfume

I can still feel the sweet sting of concrete

Someone’s gonna get their lights turned out tonight

Someone’s gonna get their head smashed in tonight

I can still smell the sweet taste of concrete

Better then that cheap perfumes

I can still feel the sweet sting of concrete

Everyone around me thinks I’m bad news

Every one around me thinks I’m bad

Even padded egos are easy to bruise

Some are just better at hiding what they loose

Everyone around me’s got their own shoes

Everyone