music by Adam Carlo; lyrics by Dave Carlo
At the pool hall, hustling dough
I'll beat the pansies and then I'll go
Out to the bar to pick a fight
Maim some rednecks then hit the night
Why am I always in a mood like this
I don't know, ain't no psychiatrist
This nagging feeling that I've got won't quit
I feel no pain and I don't give a shit
Left, Right, Fight: Taste the floor
Two, Four, More: Out the door
Music magazines with fags on the front
They dress like women, their message is blunt
They make their money but their doing it wrong
Kissing ass and writng radio songs
Buying their records and seeing their shows
