K.y.a. Lyrics - The Cold - Flotsam And Jetsam

So you wanna come up on me 

Chest out up on both feet 

Puffed up, look down your nose 

Attitude up on your tip toes 

Hope you know how it's gonna be 

Blood and knuckles out in the street 

Come at me like a drunk in a bar 

You must like the taste of road tar 

Woah the end of you 

Woah the end of you 

I will kick your ass 

You cryin' pussy 

I will kick your ass 

You fuckin' sally girl 

Run home cry to mama 

Don't come back here again 

Go home and wash your skirt 

And paint your nails 

And face like you've been 

I can't stand you 

Can't even look at you 

Don't wanna hear you cry 

I just can't deal with fragile little boys 

I'd rather see you die 

So you sneak up from behind 

A cheap shot like I was blind 

You better make it the shot of the year 

And when I get up don't you be here 

There's no place you can hide 

So you better keep runnin' 

Dress up like the girl you are 

And hide out in the ladies stall 

Run home cry to mama 

Don't come back here again 

Go home and wash your skirt 

And paint your nails 

And face like you've been 

I can't stand you 

Can't even look at you 

Don't wanna hear you cry 

I just can't deal with fragile little boys 

I'd rather see you die 

I will kick your ass 

You cryin' pussy 

I will kick your ass 

You fuckin' sally girl 

Run home cry to mama 

Don't come back here again 

Go home and wash your skirt 

And paint your nails 

And face like you've been 

I can't stand you 

Can't even look at you 

Don't wanna hear you cry 

I just can't deal with fragile little boys 

I'd rather see you die