Bored, drinking my beer on the floor
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Surrounded by people I mostly abhor, wanting more.
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And so the night goes,
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A lot of beer flows,
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What can a guy do to make it right?
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And then abruptly my pair of eyes see
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A pair of guys get into a fight.
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Funny how a fight can break the ice
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And make the whole night better
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Fist fly, hits him in the eye
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Knocks him on the ground, now he starts to cry.
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I donĄ¯t mean to be pompous or mean.
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Try to love each other-
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ThatĄ¯s the way it should be,
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But donĄ¯t you think that maybe every once in a while
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A good fist fight makes everyone smile?
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Blood, teeth, broken glass on the floor
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But if the fightĄ¯s right the fighters just might
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Decide to be friends and make amends
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And as we get closer to the end,
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ItĄ¯s time to sing the chorus once again.
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
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Fight
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| Pain (American Band) |
