Taste My Fist

Football, baseball and racketball too

You should worry ‘bout the balls that I’m crushing on you

I’m a sports fan, I’m above the law

And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw 



Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball

Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all

But that’s not true ‘cos I can count to four

And I’m bitchin’ with a baseball bat in my private war 



Taste my fist, smell my wrist

Spit your teeth out, taste my fist 



When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do as a hooligan

I’m a lobotomized I don’t have to think

A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink 



Taste my fist, smell my wrist

Spit your teeth out, taste my fist