Taste My Fist Songtext

von Freak Kitchen

Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry ?bout the balls that I?m crushing on you
I?m a sports fan, I?m above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw

Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But that?s not true ?cos I can count to four
And I?m bitchin? with a baseball bat in my private war

Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist

When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
There?s nothing I wouldn?t do as a hooligan
I?m a lobotomized I don?t have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink

Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist