Lyrics:

bullet got the wrong bloke.

life kid suck
drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid
suck the box drink
yeah

life kid drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid suck theboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee

life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from the box
the juice from the box
kid suck
life
kid yeah suckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee

life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee

life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from a box
the juice from a box
kid suck
life
kid yeahsuckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee

life kid suckfromthebox
drink from a box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee

yeah,yeah,yeah

life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee

life kid drinkfromthebox
sinkfromthebox
straightfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life
kid sucktheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee

tan blonde

life kid suckthebox...

(from the box)...

skin taught as sails in a gale, hair always cut with a blunt tool,
muscular but thin like springs for not steel...four thin old men, four
thin old men lay silent in two vaporizing rooms, each way up in his
own head...holed up in his flat, flaking boxers...little piggy, little
eyes...folds the skin just enough to let in light...bullet got the wrong
bloke, but they don't die anyway...it's nothing mortal if you don't
move...still have slopped up the war in a proper blanket...and i have
been this way for days

bruceleebruceleebruceleebrucelee...

...wrong bloke...
...force the gun...
...old man, come up to the bed...
...deliberate, and sturdy...
...holds the pistol to the chest of the wrong bloke...
...pulls the trigger...
...a turning shot...
...before your head...
...slaps you in the side of the face like a circus clown...
...wrong bloke...
...it's out of his eyes now...
...strains to get something in his head...
...has to see what is in the air...
...

life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life
kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee

tan blonde