TRC - Bastard lyrics

I hope you washed your hands before you shook mine Because I know where you've been, your kind are sick I've washed my hands of you And yet it started civilised, what a friendly guy But those eyes always made me question what lies behind That's a twisted mind you've got, sick plots straight from your pot belly And I rarely hate a man straight from the off, I'll give anyone a chance But you're an exception, desperate for attention Just looking at you pissed me off So send in your letters, and your emails Sign anonymous, get every detail Like where I went to school and what I didn't do Like I should've been giving attention to you? You make me sick, this little prick tried pushing his luck He got caught in his plans to muck me up He could've cost me my job and f**ed it And now he prays I'll forgive and forget, but I won't His sick little tricks only brought out the ba*tard in me We could take him outside, and then bash him Yeah smash him - I mean do him up bad What other choice do I have? Well you could sit down and ask why he's mad f** that, he's a sad little sinister man And he deserves every whack of my hand Probably, but think about where you would end up And then who wins? Well it won't be him, sure I could ignore it I could fake a smile and swear under my breath It's just another test, will you rise to this pettiness? Are you tempted to react? I am tempted to react but I'll hold back I'll be the bigger man, I'll let it go but I will not shake his hand Because I know where it's been