Brawler from Eight Ball by Pyrophoria

Black and white seeing red
Chair to the head
Broken bottle like breaking bread
A shouting mouth bled
Tooth spat out, no mind, go ‘head
The chaos spread
All for one the saboteur said
Or one winner take all instead
One is a yellow-belly that fled
One is the weakest link that pled
Two is blue, who knew, we don’t do, numbers too
A chain is not of a few
Saboteur cuts through

Here ye here ye faces of fuck
Amuck amuck amuck
No, no, don’t blame Lady Luck
The blood is on your hands, who reprimands, no one stands
The ball you struck
The crowd ready to erupt
Shucks
Was it I who chose to obstruct
Bottoms up
I’m no lady, buttercup
Call the fire truck

Gonna be a brawler
A bar crawler
Shot caller
Off the waller
Odd baller
The room got smaller
You holler
Got you on a dog collar
Got change for a dollar
I’m the taker you be the faller

Mad-ball, I call, the brawl, you sprawl, crawl, cue ball, would stall, stick maul, oh doll, I haul, the small, to the wall, stand tall, 8 ball, free-for-all, came all, to the upstairs hall, man catcall, man now fall
All have their pick
It started quick
Broken stick
Beaten sick
High kick
Face meet brick
Reapply lipstick
Saboteur laughs all slick
Lunatic
Cigarette flick
And for my final trick
I just get a kick

Gonna be a brawler
A bar crawler
Shot caller
Off the waller
Odd baller
The room got smaller
You holler
Got you on a dog collar
Got change for a dollar
I’m the taker you be the faller

• Experimental
• alternative
• avantgarde
• experimental rock
• female indie
• genreless
• Atlanta