Yeah, baby!
Gonna pulp you to a mass of bruises,
'cause that's what you're lookin' for.
There's a hole where your nose used to be.
Gonna kick ya out of my door.
Got to get into a fight.
Can't get out of it.
Got to get into a fight.
Gonna blow you to a million pieces.
Blow you sky high, I don't care.
Splatter matter on the bloody ceiling.
Blow the building right into the air.
Got to get into a fight,
I can't get out of it.
Got to get into a fight,
Gonna put the boot in.
Got to get into a fight.
Yeah, watch me now. (wouh wouh now) hu!
What I want is power, more power.
What I need is an innocent life.
Wanna do it in the broad daylight.
I'm the truck, I'm the suicide.
Got to get into a fight.
I can't get out of it.
Wanna get into a fight.
Gonna get away with it.
(Wouh wouh now)
Got to get into a fight.
Watch me, watch me now.
Yeah!
Yeah, got to get into a fight,
I can't get out of it.
I got to get into a fight.
Gonna put to boot him.
It's all for his greater glory.
It's all for a saturday night.
There's a hole where your face used to be.
I got you in my telescopic sight.
Got to get into a fight.
Gonna put the boot in, (wouh wouh now) fuck him now.
Nah, (wouh wouh now) yeah!
(Wouh wouh now)
Can't get out of it.
Wouh wouh now!
Gonna slap the face in, (wouh wouh now) ah!
Slash you with a razor, (wouh wouh now) oh!
Wouh wouh na!
(Wouh wouh now) yeah!
Can't get out of it.
(Wouh wouh now)
Wouh wouh na!
Wouh wouh na!
Wouh wouh, wouh wouh na!
(Wouh wouh now)
Ooh, oh na!
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The Rolling Stones in Album Dirty Work Released in 1986 |