"Little Drunk Fists" as written by and Brent Best....
Little drunk fists across the tip of my chin
Guess I should've known that they'd be there again
Little drunk fists across the width of my jaw
Gets sometimes to where I just don't feel them at all
That's OK, I can wait another day For these stupid concessions to be made
And you weren't to blame
We put Jack and Johnny Walkers' names In the policeman's notebook when he came
Little drunk fists need some time to there own
Went out to meet some friends but ended up all alone
Little drunk fists find and pick up a phone, But fumble on the numbers when they try to dial home

Little drunk fists reach for just one more round
But end up buying a sixth when the fifth hits the ground
Little baby fists touch my face; clutch my nose, Though they'd rather touch their mother's, but she don't know
Little drunk fists drove the car home last night, Turned left on Oak Street when they should have turned right

Lyrics submitted by kirwar4face

"Little Drunk Fists" as written by Brent David Best


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    General CommentThese guys are from Denton, Texas, have a web site, are currently doing gigs here in Texas tho they don't seem to have put out a new album for 2 years. I recorded Little Drunk Fists off KTRU 97.1, Rice University radio, student-run, almost the only station worth listening to in the cultural wasteland that is Sam City, Texas ("Houston" to politicians and TV news readers.) The song is from their 1997 album Barrel Chested.
    kirwar4faceon August 28, 2002   Link
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    General CommentJust found out they have lyrics on their web site! Corrected a few misheard words in the song.
    kirwar4faceon August 28, 2002   Link

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