the whole party really sucked
they're all a bunch of rednecks lookin to beat somebody up
so i gathered all my bottles and took one last swig of beer
and i'm trying to find some friends somewhere to show me out of here

when i hear from close behind me all you punks are fucked up fags
those beady little eyes of yours make great punching bags
they beat me quick and bloody saying you know that punk is dead
when they asked me what i thought of that fuck 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've bought myself a gun
next time they want to beat up a punk i'm gonna have myself some fun

when i hear from close behind me all you punks are fucked up fags
those beady little eyes of yours make great punching bags
they beat me quick and bloody saying you know that punk is dead
when they asked me what i thought of that fuck off was all i said

broken bones