
Fist Fight Songtext
I tossed the keys to the valet
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a young night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a young night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
I'm no king I'm a soldier
Looking to get a little older
In my dreams you were insane
All sparks and butane
I was a piece of work; and
You were in a beauty pageant
You're too pretty for a fist fight
I tossed the keys to the valet
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a good night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
I tossed the keys to the valet
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a young night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
I'm no king I'm a soldier
Looking to get a little older
In my dreams you were insane
All sparks and butane
I was a piece of work; and
You were in a beauty pageant
You're too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
Looking to get a little older
In my dreams you were insane
All sparks and butane
I was a piece of work; and
You were in a beauty pageant
You're too pretty for a fist fight
I tossed the keys to the valet
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a good night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
I tossed the keys to the valet
They rule the streets, the Calle
I had a dream of flying
I was a pizza man; and
Inside the words were hollow
Still a little ways to follow
Bath in the lights of a young night
You're too pretty for a fist fight
I'm no king I'm a soldier
Looking to get a little older
In my dreams you were insane
All sparks and butane
I was a piece of work; and
You were in a beauty pageant
You're too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight
Too pretty for a fist fight