I started well with a punch up the portico
Followed through with a knee in the architrave
Gouged the reception area
(No Queensberry Rules for this baby)
But then weight and experience began to tell
And I was reduced to a pulp
Crushed by granite
Cut by glass
Buried by paperwork
All I’d done was prove again
The words of the bit player whose name you can never recall:
Take it from me
Kid, take it from me
You can't fight City Hall
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