@MattAbbottPoet

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28 Mar 2007

Only Lust Ignores Violence Involving Ambulances


I went into a bar one night, and I saw this girl
And she was absolutely gorgeous
So I finished-off my pint, and I tried looking cool
And then I'm wacked in the back, by a guy playing pool
The DJ's playing shit, but I know I've got to dance
'cause this girl I'm eyeing-up keeps on giving me a glance
So I push through the crowd, I try to get a little closer
Try and start a conversation, I think I've got a mate who knows her
But half-way through the bar, it seems I've caught someone's attention
And it's not the kind you crave, not the kind you like to mention
It's the kind of look that shits-you-up
In so many different ways
It's the size of his eyes and he won't give-up
Transfixed with a piercing gaze
I can get the gist, this guy's pissed
And if I don't move, he'll use his fist
See that the violence stops
See that the violence stops

But this girl keeps looking over, and I might just have a chance
So I cling to my four-leaf clover, and I carry-on trying to dance
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and for some reason turn 'round
His head feels like a boulder, and it knocks me to the ground
The room had started spinning, and my mouth filled-up with blood
I saw him stood there grinning, and did the only thing I could
I crawled down the road for a taxi, and the taste in my mouth was rancid
And who's in the queue before me? Some guy with that girl that I fancied!
The next thing I heard was sirens, and there was nothing for me to gain
I was fed-up with all this violence, and his image was trapped in my brain
It's the kind of look that shits-you-up
In so many different ways
It's the size of his eyes and he won't give-up
Transfixed with a piercing gaze
I can get the gist, this guy's pissed
And if I don't move, he'll use his fist
See that the violence stops
See that the violence stops

So I get home and I clean-up my mouth
And it looks like I'm gonna need stitches
But just like a typical bloke
The first thing I do is take pictures...
So it takes 'em all night but it's sorted
And the next job's to go to the cops
I'll make sure that bastard's reported
And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops
Stop

It's the kind of look that shits-you-up
In so many different ways
It's the size of his eyes and he won't give-up
Transfixed with a piercing gaze
I can get the gist, this guy's pissed
And if I don't move, he'll use his fist
See that the violence stops
See that the violence stops

And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops
And see that the violence stops