Sparring Songtext
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Sparring Songtext
Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings.
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze.
Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse.
Put ′em up! Put 'em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Who′s this weakling who's always acting?
Skakespeare pleases me.
I wish to spar.
Who′d like to spar?
I love to spar outside the bar.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw 'em up! Throw ′em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut 'em up!
Who′s this weakling who′s barely breathing?
Skakespeare drinks to me.
I wish to spar.
Who'd like to spar?
I love to spar outside the bar.
Broken bottles to broken knees.
Eat your chicks and not your peas.
My best friend the amputee has a fine gold belt in sparring.
Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings.
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze.
Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse.
Step up to me, let′s go outside.
Leave your fears and soul behind.
Don't fear the love that you had, the same old story drove me mad.
Don′t hold a grudge, let out that rage.
Let's turn the book on the proper page.
I couldn′t stand the look your had so let's solve this problem man to man.
Man to man.
Man to man.
Man to man.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut ′em up! Shut 'em up!
Put ′em up! Put 'em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Who′s this weakling?
Fuck this pig squirt.
Skakespeare pleases me.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw 'em up! Throw ′em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze.
Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse.
Put ′em up! Put 'em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Who′s this weakling who's always acting?
Skakespeare pleases me.
I wish to spar.
Who′d like to spar?
I love to spar outside the bar.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw 'em up! Throw ′em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut 'em up!
Who′s this weakling who′s barely breathing?
Skakespeare drinks to me.
I wish to spar.
Who'd like to spar?
I love to spar outside the bar.
Broken bottles to broken knees.
Eat your chicks and not your peas.
My best friend the amputee has a fine gold belt in sparring.
Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings.
Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze.
Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse.
Step up to me, let′s go outside.
Leave your fears and soul behind.
Don't fear the love that you had, the same old story drove me mad.
Don′t hold a grudge, let out that rage.
Let's turn the book on the proper page.
I couldn′t stand the look your had so let's solve this problem man to man.
Man to man.
Man to man.
Man to man.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut ′em up! Shut 'em up!
Put ′em up! Put 'em up!
Throw ′em up! Throw 'em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Who′s this weakling?
Fuck this pig squirt.
Skakespeare pleases me.
Put 'em up! Put ′em up!
Throw 'em up! Throw ′em up!
Shut 'em up! Shut ′em up!
Writer(s): Pete Tomopoulos, Shant Bismejian, Chris Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com