Fisticuffs

Gentlemen, I found a spokesman for a generation on the fence
I swear to God, but all I get is her trainee assistant
Far and distant
So many bodies on the street tonight
And we’re not leaving here without a fight
Don’t tell me I don’t know, what its like to be alone
Don’t tell me I don’t know.
Little girl, you’ve been spreading lies
Around this town like no one’s business
Little boy, you’ve been counting down my fifteen minutes
I’ve been singing
So many hobbies broke my back tonight
And we’re not leaving here without a fight
Don’t tell me I don’t know, what its like to be alone
Don’t tell me I don’t know
Don’t tell me I don’t know, how to run this fashion show