F.F.A.

You don’t remember me
And I’ve forgotten you
But it’s not so long ago
That we fist-fucked, too

Strangers in the night
Sees the world in black and white
Lost souls, and a burning blood
Forgotten sons, and a brotherhood
Twisted values, and a wrecked mind
Greased warriors, of a rejected kind

Let’s fist again
Let’s fist again
Let’s fist again

Some like to, do it
With a glove
But, you know me
I’m no dove

I like to do it, the natural way
I like to do it, the natural way

It was your mistake
When you thought I hesitate
I shoved my greased fist
I shoved my greased fist
I shoved my greased fist
Right up to your prostrate (think it was supposed to be prostate, but he sings prostrate)

Shit on my knuckles
Pain up the ass for you
Shit on my knuckles
Pain up the ass for you

Fist and shout
Fist and shout
Fist and shout
Fist and shout

Fist-Fuckers
Fist-Fuckers
Fist-Fuckers…Associated (Repeat X 9)

Fist-Fuckers
Fist-Fuckers