One Inch Punch

Can I shriek out every gaze

In the packed room

Counting out the heads

Want for leave

Is his hand upon her waist

Know where mine are

I've done worse several times

Saint can't speak

Hands just want to house him

Thrust some colors in his face

Now payback becomes a fashion

Break every object in the place

So these stories are my friends

And they hold me

And if close my hand

Fist won't leave

Hands just want to house him

Thrust some colors in his face

Now payback becomes a fashion

Break every object in the place

Now he can feel like I felt

Now he can feel like mine

Now he can deal what I dealt

Now he can deal with mine

Hands fits into side

Hands fits into eye

It's so good

The feel is so good

Hands just want to house him

Thrust some colors in his face

Now payback becomes a fashion

Break every object in the place

I'll be generous with