LYRIC FOR SALE

By Russ T

Oi! said the bouncer
I've seen your face before
I'll have no trouble
And you'll be just fine
Or I'll knock you to the floor

I drink down at the Brunswick
But you need to keep them peeled
You could end up in bother
or receive an unfortunate offer
Most threats are unconcealed

Wait! What are you saying?
I only ordered beer
I'm not very interested
In the games that you're playing
I think I'll stay right here

When down at the Brunswick
You need to keep them peeled
You'll end up in bother
Or receive an unfortunate offer
Most threats are unconcealed

Hey! said the bouncer
As he squared up to my face
This is my final warning
Be a good lad
and leave now and with good grace

I am down at the Brunswick
Drunken tempers
They are all fraid
With fast fists and slow minds
New scars are often made

I am down at the Brunswick
I was only looking for fun
But the glares are getting
Rather unsettling and
I think I need to run