You head home
If you like
I'll stay here
Check if he's alright
He's got his head screwed on
And he's still going strong
As he cracks a smile
and he tries to tell me what went wrong...
Silence sweeps us off our feet
The violence, oh, the violence
It takes two
To get bruised
But looking at that shiner I would say
There were a good few
And his friends have flew
'Cause they were bugaloo
Red and blue
And tell El to wait
Until we get him home again
And let's get you right
And we'll soothe your wounds
Once we get you home again
Let's make this right

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