Pollyanna - Fisticuffs Lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing

Bar room brawl, the fisticuffs song
The words you sing, don't need to be long
(a long term friend in here)
Broken glass, blood mixes in beer
Folded hands, grip frozen in fear

Carded tabs, run the length of inked arms
Unwelcome faces, upset the cold calm
Stare you down, felt your skin crawl
(blood near boiling)
Slow ceiling fan kept dust stuck on walls

Smoke filled tanks of thiry plus men
(some just under)
Clung to glass like girls thet knew when

Frail jaded men, punch their pain held within
Lonely bruised hands
Lonely bruised hands


[Thanks to saintseiya1970 for adding these lyrics]