Fightin' Words - Casino Madrid

And I hope you choke

On your own words

You’re such a fake, crying out for attention

My hands around your throat now

I won’t stop until your eyes are in the back of your head

Light’s out!

Lay you to rest

Put you someplace to walk amongst the living dead

Somewhere cold a place you can call your home

How did we get this far

And where do we go from here?

It’s a matter of time

Get your middle fingers up oh!

Kill kill kill

All the people who tried to hold you back

Teach you not to feel

It’s my life

Talk shit get hit

Talk talk your way out of this one and bow down

(You stand alone)

And I’m not done with you just quite yet

You’re all a joke

Talk shit get hit

I’ll do whatever it takes to get the hell out of here

How did we get this far

And where do we go from here?

It’s a matter of time

Oh yeah I’ve gone mad

Oh yeah I’ve gone really mad

Slow down take a moment

Slow down choose your words wisely

Cause they might be your last

Dead men’s bones!

How did we get this far

And where do we go from here?

It’s a matter of time

If you want me come and find me

If you want us come and find us