I heard he called me a fag, so I called his girlfriend a bitch. Let the rumors take hold and twist the words. You don't want to play this fair? One-on-one? Bring your friends, go ahead bring them along. I'm not too worried cause I have friends too.
Everybody quick lets gather around, there's gonna be a punch, someone's gonna fall. Don't let us down, we want to see a fight!
Wait just one second; what exactly are you trying to prove? Acting like children only makes things worse. What's the point in carrying on like a couple of assholes, trying to prove who's tough? Because what works on the television doesn't work on the street.
Keep talking shit, it won't be long until you say the wrong thing, piss the wrong person off. It's a one way street, you won't like where it goes.
Keep on running, find a place to hide, from these locked-up skeletons and troubles in life, where the answer to the problem doesn't lie in your words, but a locked-up fist fueled by rage and fear. I laugh at your solution, ha, it's not the way- lets base decision on morality. For once let us try to learn from the past, for once lets use our fucking heads!
Everybody quick lets gather around, take a good look at each other, but don't look down. Ask yourself who you really want to fight.