Oh My God! He's Got An Arm Off

We fight our fights a bit differently up North

And there's hardly ever time

For the safety of a phone

So if you represent your town

Then may your town

Be burned to the ground

And among the ashes

Of your nickname

All of your on-lookers will say:

"Did you see how his head gave"?

Or could they even feel your teeth

When I was pulling them from my knuckles