Neural toxin transmission ...
duel exhaust verbal emission
Cold hearted con-fusion engine,
fisticuff fuel injection tension
Hope asphyxiation accelerator ...
bad brakes, karma crash creator
Metal lip kill switch —
femme fatale depart spark ignition
Speed dial turbo eraser itch,
carbon monoxide vapor condition
Poisonous rearview speak,
foul vow peek under a cobra hood
Leather tongue con-vertible,
gaslight soul with the crooked bosom gear stitch
Methane mood reverse reek;
silver chrome clutch fingers, so roulette wheel no-good
Neutral tone shift ... cruise control hostile:
Death dealing driver heart hot-wired to a kill switch
I taught my ex to fight a bit,
she'd shape up and throw punches quick,
when we had an argument,
she would jump up throwing punches thick,
sortof broke me up to see,
some fisticuff 4 me ...
cos laughter ended it....
re:
"Fight like a man" Cory long
Don
When I was young I had a bad temper.
As mean as a dog you could not make me whimper.
Fighting back then was more like a game.
Even when you fought you were friends just the same.
Something to do to test your skills.
To see who was best in this battle of wills.
A fisticuff thing that was all done in fun.
No one ever got so mad they went for a gun.
At football games there was much rivalry.
A fight maybe two then you would walk away and just let it be.
The idol back then had to be James Dean.
Them old pointed toed shoes with our hair slicked back that was making the
scene.
A nickel bottle of pop with two straws I can picture it all.
Cruising the town with a carload of kids oh what a ball.
I remember when telephones had letters instead of numbers in their prefixes.
Remember when you got sent to the principles office to get licks?
Remember when you just got am radio and 45s was a record?
Oh , Calgon take me back, what about the Bird is a Word?
Penny loafers, if you wanted to date you had to talk with the girl’s father,
Slipping in to the drive-in in the trunk of a car, a bar of candy was a nickel.
This has got to be continued