Couldn't keep the true-blue dickhead down
Got a bit disoriented, found myself on the other side of town
Where everybody loves to get punch drunk
Substance abusers form excuses to be useless
And form another wave of punk
It's not the fault of anybody else
Just keep your fucking hands to yourself
It makes me wanna jump down from the stage
To see you spoil everything and fly into
A drunk and violent rage
And everything will never be alright
If your Mother, Sister, Best Friend, lover can't feel safe
When they're walking home tonight
And it's not the fault of anybody else
Just keep your fucking hands to yourself
