RONNIE PICKERING

This one's 'bout an old friend of mine
We grew up passing more than time (Doobies)
Our histories they're intertwined
If we could go back to that simple life
Let me tell you what that would be like
Face torn
Fall on the floor
Stamp on your head
Fuck your jaw
Pints galore
Say no more
Lines off the bar
Fuck the law
Listen Ronnie, remember the old days
We'd find a pub
We'd start a fight the good old way
You'd always tell me don't wear gloves and I'd say
You like a bare knuckle
I like fisting J
A.N.I.C.E yeah your wife's a freak
She sits there silently, waiting, as you change gear, going nowhere
And that Citreön Picasso's fucking weak
I'll sell you a new car, maybe then your wife'll speak
Face torn
Fall on the floor
Stamp on your head
Fuck your jaw
Pints galore
Say no more
Lines off the bar
Fuck the law
Face torn
Fall on the floor
Stamp on your head
Fuck your jaw
Pints galore
Say no more
Lines off the bar
Fuck the law
Know who I am?
Know who I am?
Oh look it's Ronnie
He's killed another man
Oh look it's Terry
He's fucked the dead man's nan
Know who I am?
Know who I am?
Know who I am?
RONNIE PICKERING