• We were both armed up to the teeth
    The air so sharp we couldn’t breathe
    Now with your back to the wall
    You lick your wounds.
    You always look behind you
    Expecting to see me coming
    But I have gone.
    You wanted a little
    But you couldn’t stop there
    It felt so good
    That you couldn’t stop there.
    So now you open your eyes
    And see the filth that you sleep in
    All lit up in full daylight
    And you wish that I had won the fight