Fight! Fight! Fight! - I Have Five Fingers And One Hand That Says You Shouldn't Mess With My Friends Songtexte

Wait. So let’s put your phone on loudspeaker
So I can hear your girlfriend overreact
And say that she wishes I were dead
She doesn’t get it, we’re best friends.
And we always will be
And hating me won't make her any prettier
(I’m going straight to hell)

Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
This is the hardest part to preach,
'cause it’s not something I believe.
It’s something my mothers always said to me.

But I have never known a girl who hasn’t stabbed my back
'cause my face is just a little bit, just a little bit pretty.
But now a days who looks at face? It’s all about, about body.
Which I’ve got, I’ve got but you might have a problem.
(I’m going straight to hell.)

Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of here.

I’ve got my best friends by my side,
And we’re on our way to good times.
Well I’ve got my best friends by my side,
And we’re on our way to good times.

(Woah, woah.) Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
(Woah, woah.) Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
(Woah, woah.) Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of this.
(Woah, woah.) Hey, we’ve, we’ve gotta’ get,
Gotta’ get out of here.
We’ve got our best friends by our side.

And I’ve got my best friends by my side
And we’re on our way to good times.
Well I’ve got my best friends by my side
And we’re on our way to good times.
I’ve got my best friends by my side,
And we’re on our way to good times.