Bosch Launder Lyrics

Good morning

I took the day off to the dram shop

The seat I named was taken by a halfwit

I looked him right between his eyes

I said would you please move over

From the seat I think about for days

He moaned and cracked like my floor would

I grabbed him, by God

Go

I took off with my things still in tact leaving that poor boy behind

Back there covered in browning bruises

The thing is that when I fight nobody loses

A man dies a victim and I laugh it off

But I squirm every night

And I cry every night

And I bleed every night

So I fight all the time

In this way I'm right

In every way I'm right

So everyday I'll fight

I'm alright

But I squirm every night

And I cry every night

And I bleed every night

So I fight all the time

In this way I'm right

In every way I'm right

So everyday I'll fight

Alright