Letra da Música: Hothead - Ruskabank

Why do you have to fight, every time a bar closes down for the night?
Why do you have to fuss, when someone bumps you, man, the way that you cuss!
Why do you have to snear and shout those threats into my ear?
But I don't start to cry,
I'd do that in a pig's eye!
I'll tell you why.
You're just a hothead, hahaha, look at the hothead. Hothead, you're gonna get yours!
You'd better simmer down.
How was I supposed to know you'd throw that fat elbow?
You act so vain. You're kind is all the same.
I ain't the one to blame.
You ain't insane, baby