Nobody Calls Me Chicken lyrics

At first This knife fight had begun And with a straight blade crossed neck the other's done Their intentions: Gone fermenting And then The blood (just) like the bulls Began to run sure as will rise The sun, end will/could/have come Just as quick as their battle had begun A straight blade crossed a neck And the two became or becomes The one Ends came, run (Run for it, Marty!) (Sure I'll meet you there) Seven P.M. sharp Still checks his wrist (For the status on) His lack-of-clock scars (Great Scott!)