Fisticuffs When it comes to fisticuffs, Ya know... it's getting rough, When it comes to fisticuffs, Ya know... it's tough! I discovered, Gotta duck and cover, Like a jaded lover, They're depraved, Now, they behave, Like I'm their slave. No more handcuffs, Won't join in fisticuffs, I'd rather escape, Their landscape, And, navigate, From hate. Rough and ready, Try n' hold steady, Rock n' rollin', To a new heading, Not forgetting, The innocent, Can't abandon, Any infant, It's this instance, I've been forewarned, Go the distance, For the unborn, Gotta save a place, For them to play, Ensure our race, For a rainy day.
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