Oh My God! He's Got An Arm Off Lyrics

Tower Of Rome Oh My God! He's Got An Arm Off

We fight our fights a bit differently up North And there
is hardly ever time for the safety of a phone So if you
represent your town then may your town be burned to the
ground And among the ashes of your nickname All of your
on-lookers will say: 'Did you see how his head gave'? Or
could they even feel your teeth when I was pulling them
from my knuckles