Somebody Start A Fight Or Something Lyrics

Tism Somebody Start A Fight Or Something

Listen, motherfucker, and let me make this clear:
I’ve had your f..cking poetry up to here –
Your tender recollections and wistful reminisce:
Excuse me, Mr. Shakespeare, whilst I go and have a piss.

Somebody start a fight or something

If I wanted Chekhov I’d’ve worn my polo neck
And brought along some high-strung bitch who’s anorexi-
ec,
But I’m wearing just a tee-shirt, I’m getting off my
tits,
The chick I’m with’s a barker, and my life is full of
shit.

I’m not a man of violence, but I’ll give no guarantee
When I’m faced with symbolism and onamatapee:
There’s a f..cking artist! – let me get my stick!
You want a f..cking beating? C’mon, then: go sick.