Prizefighter
They rise from corners of their quarters
And he and she are the prizefighters
Verbose their swollen tongues
Painstakingly the words are printed down
like typewriters
Let your broken jaw heal
Screaming makes the paint peel
Shut up, sit down
I think it's getting kind of loud in here.
Loud in here
They stand a foot between their punches
Nouns and adjectives flow out by sentence
Each hand it points to knee
Never leaving their sides exclaiming loud, but don't mean it
Let your broken jaw heal
Screaming makes the paint peel
Shut up, sit down
I think it's getting kind of loud in here, Loud in here
Shut up, sit down
I think it's getting kind of loud in here, Loud in here.
Loud in here
Loud in here
Loud in here, here
Let your broken jaw heal
Screaming makes the pain peel
Shut up, sit down
I think it's getting kind of loud in here. Loud in here
Shut up, sit down
I think it's getting kind of loud in here, loud in here
Shut up, sit down
Shut up, sit down
Shut up, sit down