Bruiser - Polar, Polar.

Fists speak volumes in this town

Excuses have been used up

It’s just a matter of time

Until we cross antlers again

Building foundations on cold empty threats

Let your fists do the talking won’t leave you any better off

A guilty conscience needs no accuser

You’ve already done enough

Under achiever, over reactor

You’re nothing but a bruiser

Better to die with honour than to live with shame

I’m calling this my revenge

Better to die with honour than to liv with shame

I’m calling this my reveng

You’ve been left like the dog that you are to lick your wounds

You’ve been left like the dog that you are to lick your wounds

If you see like that, if you feel like that

Then I ask you to make a stand

Under achiever, over reactor, you’re just a bruiser

Fists speak volumes in this town

Fists speak volumes in this town

Fists speak volumes in this town

Fists speak volumes in this town

You pollute the lives of the honest

You pollute the lives of the honest

You pollute the lives of the honest

You pollute the lives of the honest