I knew I was under their scrutiny
the whole party really sucked
They're all a bunch of rednecks
gonna beat somebody
So I gathered up all my bottles,
Tried to find a friend to show me outta here

When I hear some thugs behind me
"All you punks are fucked up fags, those beady little eyes of yours will make great punching bags."
They leave me broke and bloody and saying "You know that punk is dead."
They asked me what I thought of that,
"Fuck Off"s all I said


The broken bones begin to mend
And the bruises slowly fade
And thinking of the friend's I haven't made
Well there's taking up karate,
And I've bought myself a gun
Next time they wanna beat up a punk
I'm gonna have some fun

Lyrics submitted by camrotron

Broken Bones song meanings
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