Bruiser by Dorcha

He was waiting there
Patrolling, round the bend
Was never gonna end well

We met his gaze
On tenterhooks we stood
Wishing we were somewhere else

Why'd you have to live up?
To all the shit they spout
You tore us both apart

Because he was called Bruiser
He wore the stamp of his name
I don't want to accuse you
Of Stereotypical ways

It's just a crying shame
That for all this good, there's bad
that outweighs a dozen

I know there's another one
Who caused you to be this way
There's a chain no-one will take

Because he was called Bruiser
He wore the stamp of his name
I don't want to accuse you
Of Stereotypical behaviour but it's hard not to
When you're tearing a hole in someone's neck

Stereotypical behaviour, oh it's hard not to
When you're tearing a hole in someone's neck

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