VILLAGE PEOPLE
   
You don’t even know me – but I hit you.
I don’t even know you - but you’re the fool.
I will kick your asses - till you are through.
It will take the evening - it will be worse for you.
   
I chose you accidently - isn’t it quite strange?
You looked so glad and pleased – I think you need a change.
This coincidence - has brought you right into
It will be worse for you - till you are through.
   
Violence is the valve for the nothing in my head.
Did somebody call my name, I beat him nearly dead.
My language is my fist, because my mouth is much too bad !
Naturally too dumb to see: “This behaviour is sad”.
My language is my fist, because my mouth is much too bad !