Bully Boy (Live At Glastonbury, UK / 1995)

I'll fight you to the death

I'll fight you to the death

You knocked me off my feet

And I fell face first on the concrete

I took a blow to the limbs

I didn't even know him

There's no point in hiding

The hate that you confide in

The pain that you call your own

There's no point in shying

From the fists that are flying

The boy is on his own

You looked me in the eye

I bet you thought I was paralysed

I took a blow to the chest

Now I've been underestimated

There's no point in hiding

The hate that you confide in

The pain that you call your own

There's no point in shying

From the fists that are flying

The boy is on his own

There's no point in hiding

The hate that you confide in

The pain that you call your own

There's no point in shying

From the fists that are flying

The boy is on his own

I'll fight you to the death

I'll fight you to the death

I'll fight you to the death