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I knew I was under their scrutiny the whole party really sucked They're all a bunch of rednecks gonna beat somebody So I gathered up all my bottles, Tried to find a friend to show me outta here When I hear some thugs behind me "All you punks are fucked up fags, those beady little eyes of yours will make great punching bags." They leave me broke and bloody and saying "You know that punk is dead." They asked me what I thought of that, "Fuck Off"s all I said BROKEN BONES The broken bones begin to mend And the bruises slowly fade ???? And thinking of the friend's I haven't made Well there's taking up karate, And I've bought myself a gun Next time they wanna beat up a punk I'm gonna have some fun From Letras Mania