Bare Knuckle Girl

Suicide bomber all dressed up like Madonna

And they say she's really cute, but inverted commas

And her skin is so pale, she's broken all her nails

And she spent all her life just going off the rails

She hooks with her left

And she jabs with her right

And she's always up ahead

And she splashes it all over on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)

Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world

You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care

Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl

You'll look funny when you're forty

Bare-knuckle girl

Her eyes look amazing like a sheet of double glazing

And her blank expression says she's well beyond saving

Her lips are cherry red like the blood in her bed

Which is propped up by books that she stole, but never read

She hooks with her left

And she jabs with her right

And she's always up ahead

And she really likes to mix it on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)

Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world

You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care

Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl

You'll look funny when you're forty

Bare-knuckle girl

B-b-b-boulder on her shoulder and she walks like a soldier

And she's out for the world, the bare-knuckle girl

And the world owes her living, but the world ain't forgiving

And she spent all her life just a-punching and a-kicking

She hooks with her left

And she jabs with her right

And she's always up ahead

And she splashes it all over on a Saturday night (b-b-b-)

Bare-knuckle girl, the champion of the world

You ain't goin' anywhere, drifting in and out of care

Bare-knuckle baby, your life ain't such a whirl

You'll look funny when you're forty

Bare-knuckle girl

Bare-knuckle girl

Bare-knuckle girl (b-b-b-)