Freak Kitchen - Taste My Fist lyrics

Football, baseball and racketball too You should worry 'bout the balls that I'm crushing on you I'm a sports fan, I'm above the law And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw Travel around the world in my "pa**ion" for the ball Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all But that's not true 'cos I can count to four And I'm b**hin' with a baseball bat in my private war Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist When it comes to starting riots: I am your man! There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think A Molotov co*ktail is my kind of drink Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist