Pint Shot Riot - Punches, Kicks, Trenches & Swords

Smashed glass, hooded masks, picking your best mate last, your mother got it wrong
Upstanding citizen, you were her favourite son but your life’s ruled by a song
You don’t need us to spoon feed answers into your very capable mouth
We refuse to take responsibility for inventing the lout

Take me back, take me back, I don’t want to stay
You know about this, you know about this and what can you say?
It never used to be this way
Looking back from the past to the present day

Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords

Let's meet Miss dirty feet, who pays for your kids to eat while you spend all day on the phone?
Sack that I take it back, I know the answer to that question because your types well known
16 years who appears? Little Miss dirty feet all having kids of their own
Trisha’s on, their favourite mum’s handed the blueprints out on how to create a free home

Take me back, take me back, I don’t want to stay
You know about this, you know about this and what can you say?
It never used to be this way
Looking back from the past to the present day

Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords

Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords

Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords
Punches, kicks Trenches and Swords