Better Get Ready for a Fist Fight Songtext
von The Wonder Stuff

It may be trouble with the missus
Or trouble with the Law
Feels like someone′s out to get me
But I can't say what for

I′ve been resting on my laurels
Even though I know it's wrong
It could be time to write a masterpiece
And sell it for a song

Cause I might get beaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I'm not the last and not the first
To be eaten up
From loving the thought of running away

If I put my head beneath the waves
And pray that I am saved
Is it too much to expect to be
Looked upon as brave?


And I can always count on history
To unmask a new facade
But there′s not time for regrets today
But I wish I′d grown up hard

Cause I might get beaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I'm not the last and not the first
To bebeaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I′m not the last and not the first
Ive been eaten up
From loving the thought of running away


You should take me
You should take me as your find me
Cause there's really not that much I hide
And I could take you
I could really really take you
So come on and have it with me
Come on and have it with me
Come on and have it with me
Come on and have it with me
Come on and have it with me

Cause I might get beaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I′m not the last and not the first

To be beaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I'm not the last and not the first
To be beaten up
Stolen from or laughed right at
And maybe worse
I′m not the last and not the first
To be eaten up

For loving the thought of running away
(For loving the thought of running away)

For loving the thought of running away
(For loving the thought of running away)

For loving the thought of running away
(For loving the thought of running away)

For loving the thought of running away
(For loving the thought of running away)