LYRIC FOR SALE

By Carl Turner

I thought I’d hit the town tonight
To get a punch in the face
I’m sure there’s plenty of reasons for it
Maybe I should have known my place
Dressed in a fancy coat and shirt
Or stood next to attractive girls
I must have been asking for it
Even if I’m not so sure why

You know they think they’re big men
But they’re not even small-town brawlers
Wannabe market town heroes
But they’re drunk by half-past ten
See their dead eyes become bright eyes
When they find someone to knock around
Oh see their dead eyes become bright eyes
When they find someone to knock around

I thought I’d hit the town tonight
To get kicked when I’m down
I’m sure there’s plenty of reasons for it
But that is what happens in this town.
Maybe I spilled their drink
Or looked at them the wrong way
Looked at their girl or she looked at me
Their job, their boss, maybe just a bad day

You know they think they’re big men
But they’re not even small-town brawlers
Wannabe market town heroes
But they’re drunk by half-past ten
See their dead eyes become bright eyes
When they find someone to knock around
Oh see their dead eyes become bright eyes
When they find someone to knock around

I’m going to hit the town tonight
But it’s going to be different now
They always say they didn’t start it
Proud that they finished it.
But it happens every time that they’re out
You thought I was cruising for a bruising
I’m not proud of it, I really do regret it
But I’m putting your lights out now
Oh bright eyes, those bright eyes
I’m taking the light out of your bright eyes
Oh bright eyes, those bright eyes
I’m taking the light out of your bright eyes