| Don't You Dare |
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| So this is how we fight: |
| Hands pressed against our chests, a step behind the line |
| I know, man, he’s not worth it |
| The swelling will go down |
| Our chins are stubbled and our ego’s worn |
| Leathered to a dark and shiny brown |
| (Image is everything) Can’t you tell that we’re people, too? |
| No no no ride it 'til you’ve had enough |
| I’ll wait for this no more |
| Can’t seem to cool down these feverish hands |
| I know, man, he’s not worth it |
| But for a change, I wouldn’t mind a piece |
