Blue Coller Animus

Blue Collar Animus It’s happened, you’re here The back alley, oh dear You’re worried, you fear I’ve caught you, pains near You thought you could master my will? You lack of backbone makes me ill! No words now, just malice My eye’s show, no solace My punches, your lessons You bruise at, my discretion Perhaps now you’ll utilize tact And think before verbal attacks As you lie on the floor In your own piss and gore Satisfaction is mine That’s a fact.