Call It Quits

Call It Quits - Fire In The Attic

Fists up scenester

Fancy a duel

Let's have it out

Come on let's make a scene

Let's end this tonight

Take me on call it quits

I guarantee i will win

I have met much worse than you

Your words are like feathers

They breeze right past me

My fists are my words (my fists are my f**king words)

Music is not fashion

You are a limited genre

Music is not fashion

You're dying out today

Fists up scenester

Fancy a duel

Let's have it out

Come on let's make a scene

Let us end this tonight

Take me on call it quits

I guarantee i will win

I have met much worse than you

Your words are like feathers

My fists are my words

We're not conforming to genres

We're not selling out our souls

We're not conforming to genres

We're not selling out our souls