I wanted to write an ass-kicking song about drinking and fighting...things we used to enjoy in the good old days when violence was proportional to the situation. The worst you were going to get was a broken nose when you got a little bit out of hand at the local dive.
Lyrics
I didn't come here looking for a fight
but if you keep on pushing buddy, we just might.
I think that you should know, before it comes
to blows...
That the lady you've been talking to is my wife.
The fists start flying and you can't back down
and it's not over 'till you're laying on the ground.
It doesn't matter who's right, it's a matter of pride...when you take it outside.
I gave you one last chance to walk away.
Now it looks like we're gonna have to play.
Yeah pushes come to shove when you insult the one I love...
You ran your tab and now it's time to pay.
