Freak Kitchen - Taste My Fist

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