It started out as a barroom brawl And escalated into full-blown war A family feud over who's screwing who Fuelled by rumours construed by an uncouth few Shooting up in bathroom stalls Scrawling slanderous slang all along the walls They may all be lies but through drug-damaged eyes They're as close to the bone as the truth Broke and alone From a broken home Any excuse to break some bones An inquisitive glance, and off he goes All in due time He'll do his time It started out as a barroom brawl And escalated into full blown war Nought makes you dumber than snow in the summer But it helps him to talk the talk Doing lines, feeling ten feet tall Ploughing through crowds like a cannonball Half-swagger, half-stagger, his heart beating faster But he's too high to walk the walk A quiet street corner, a lamp-lit street He finds himself helpless, on his knees They'll make him plead A quiet street corner, a lamp-lit street They introduce concrete to his teeth They'll make him bleed