Broken Bones Lyrics

I knew I was under their scrutiny
The whole party really sucked
They were all a bunch of Red Necks
Lookin' to beat somebody up
So I gathered up my bottles
Took one last swig of beer
I'm trying find a friend somewhere to show me outta here

When I heard from close behind me,
“All you punks are fucked up fags,
those beady little eyes of yours'll make great punching bags.”
They beat me quick and bloody
Said, “You know that punk is dead.”
They asked me what I thought of that
Fuck off was all I said.

Broken Bones

The broken bones begin to mend
And the bruises slowly fade
I feel perversely satisfied
Thinking of the friends I haven't made
I've since taken up Karate
And I bought myself a gun
Next time they want to beat up a punk
I'm gonna have myself some fun.

When I heard from close behind me,
“All you punks are fucked up fags,
those beady little eyes of yours make great punching bags.”
They beat me quick and bloody
Said, “You know that punk is dead.”
They asked me what I thought of that
Fuck off was all I said.

Broken Bones