"Streetfight" as written by Brian Howes, Tom Mac Donald, Chris Crippin, Dave Rosin and Jacob Hoggard....
Got in a street fight
With the IRS
But I'm alright
Took one to the chest
Buy I'm fine
'Cause everything is coming up roses

Call me the white guy
With the real bad case of that 'pink eye'
But it's just a reflection of roses
Everything is coming up roses

And, God dammit if it all works out
God, fuck it, it should all work out
God dammit it should all work out
For me

My fifteen minutes
And I don't care
I was just having more fun than you
I didn't ask for this anyways

Now I'm on TV
I guess that's not cool
Now I'm a sellout
But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on
You fuckin' moron

And, God dammit if it all works out
God, fuck it; it should all work out
God dammit it should all work out
For me

And buy me the ocean
And paint it with pretty stars
Just lead me to something, take me anywhere but here
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back
I will not go back

So buy me the ocean
And paint it with pretty stars

[Repeat: x12]
And lead me to something, take me anywhere but here

I will not go back

Got in a street fight
With the IRS
And I'm alright
Took one to the chest
But I'm fine
It's all coming up roses
I was on TV
Guess that's not cool
Now I'm a sellout
But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on
You fuckin' moron


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"Street Fight" as written by Chris Crippin Brian Howes

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    General Commentafter listning to the song..
    this is what i'm pretty sure it says, not the above lyrics..(i checked with other lyric sites and their lyrics matched what i thought it said too)

    Got in a street fight,
    With the I.R.S and I'm alright,
    Took one to the chest but I'm fine,
    It's all coming up roses.
    Call me 'The White Guy With A Real Bad Case Of That Pink Eye'
    But it's just a reflection of roses,
    It's all coming up roses.

    And God damn it if it all works out,
    And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out

    I'm tired of this
    What you see is
    What I have never tried to be
    Just let me breathe
    Just take me anywhere but here
    Take me anywhere but here

    My fifteen minutes of fame are done,
    And I don't care
    I was just having more fun than you,
    And I didn't ask for it anyways.
    Now I'm on T.V, guess that's not cool,
    Now I'm a sellout,
    But I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on,
    You fucking moron.

    And God damn it if it all works out,
    And God forbid that it should all work out, out, out, out

    I'm tired of this
    What you see is
    What I have never tried to be
    Just let me breathe
    Just take me anywhere but here
    It's all coming up roses
    Gimme all you got
    Just take your shot
    You come off swinging like a girl
    Buy my an ocean
    To take me anywhere but here
    Take me anywhere but here
    I will not go back

    So buy me the ocean
    And paint it with pretty stars
    And sell me to something
    Take me anywhere but here [x5]

    I'm tired of this
    What you see is
    What I have never tried to be
    Just let me breathe
    Just take me anywhere but here
    It's all coming up roses
    Gimme all you got
    Just take your shot
    You come off swinging like a girl
    Buy my an ocean
    To take me anywhere but here

    Take me anywhere but here now take me,
    anywhere but here now take me,
    anywhere but here now take me,
    anywhere but here
    I will not go back
    case170890on July 09, 2006   Link

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