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I've Never Been in a Real Fight

from Bread and Jam by Groom

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lyrics

Well we talked all night like a pair of gobshites
“I’ve never been in a real fight,” you said
We were Burgess Shale monsters, all fossilised
And our words were meat and our eyes were red
And you held up a mirror and you were my brother
And we were there just to out-friend each other
Your mother then called, there were scousers more able
There were ten torn trousers by the worn pool table

I’ve never been in a real fight
I’ve never been in a real fight
You get a bit older and your time gets tight
And your hands are too old to care

There should be black, black eyes to go with black hearts
With our evasion of truth and this version of darts
There should be two Black Russians for our big black lies
And to be self-righteous you must first be right
In a Japanese bar she got ten out of ten
And I’m wondering if we’ll ever speak again
Deep in the sandstone are two trilobites
Our glasses are flailing, our muscles are tight

And you’ve never been in a real fight
You’ve never been in a real fight
Deep in the sandstone are two trilobites
And the sand is too old to care

I can’t swallow my beer, our dreams are flaccid
With the sadness deep down in our nucleic acids
Why, why, why must we replicate?
We must cut the cord and be banned from mating
With the walls all scrawled; our nails still bleeding
Our conversation was toilet graffiti
As I crawled on my bike, all hominid biped
“Let’s keep in touch,” you said

We’ve never been in a real fight
We’ve never been in a real fight
You talked to a man in the George’s Street light
And your hands were aloft in the air

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from Bread and Jam, released August 9, 2014

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