Gonzalez, The Explosive Chilean - Guignol & Mischief Brew

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Fight dirty. That's what he said After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes. Cue ball corner pocket Blue chalk on his chin Some lonesome balls In a sky of dents Gotta throw them a curveball A swing and a miss Play nicely That's what they taught to me Said share-fairing good sports will do the same But the more that I sweat The more that I bleed While the hotshot on top is counting all his beans He highlit & backspaced my father's factory 'Cause as far back as I can remember The ballfield was never that level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs And fight dirty. No more fooling around for me With permits and escorts And picnics for peace There's a top to take back Like a bus seat to keep Time to put up your dukes Scratch fight kick and SCREAM I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed. Fight dirty Hit below the waist That's how it's done to us Behind closed doors each day Laws they don't follow, Treaties they snap With a shake and a putt And the raise of a glass You fixed the game? I'll cheat if I must to take it back. TAKE IT BACK! So I shrug, take a shot He says, "You disagree?" Well go up with the same old And beg of the thieves That your job will be saved Your prisoners freed That you'll stop starving millions And cure the disease See me, I'm the spanner, And they've always got discs to clean 'Cause far back as I can remember The ballfield was never was that level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs Gotta beat them at their own game Throw the tear gas right back in his face AND FIGHT DIRTY Fight dirty Fight dirty Fight dirty Fight dirty YEAH

Fight dirty. That's what he said After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes. Cue ball corner pocket Blue chalk on his chin Some lonesome balls In A sky of dents Gotta throw them a curveball A swing and a miss Play Nicely That's what they taught to me Said share-fairing good sports Will do the same But the more that I sweat The more that I bleed While the hotshot on top is counting all his Beans He highlit & backspaced my father's factory ' Cause as far back as I can remember The ballfield was never that Level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if We're to rise Gotta stand on each others backs And fight dirty. No more fooling around for me With permits and escorts And picnics For peace There's a top to take back Like a bus seat to keep Time to Put up your dukes Scratch fight kick and SCREAM I Just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed. Fight dirty Hit below the waist That's how it's done to us Behind Closed doors each day Laws they don't follow, Treaties they snap With a shake and a putt And the raise of a glass You fixed the game? I'll cheat if I must to take it back. TAKE IT BACK! So I shrug, take a shot He says, " You disagree?" Well go up with the same old And beg of the thieves That your job will be saved Your prisoners freed That you'll stop Starving millions And cure the disease See me, I'm the spanner, And they've always got discs to clean ' Cause far back as I can remember The ballfield was never was that Level or even The wind in the tides The sand in our eyes So if we're To rise Gotta stand on each others backs Gotta beat them at their Own game Throw the tear gas right back in his face AND FIGHT DIRTY