The Final Strike - Liquido

As i was fourteen i was playful

I had a time when i was plainly touched

And played it as it lays

For a moment there was silence

To look for reasons is beside the point

And it won’t last long

I was wrong i was cold enough

To smack you right in the face

All I want

All you don’t

Will I be right or wrong

A kick, a punch, a final strike

It all came up the other night

I closed my fingers for a fight

When i was wrong

I read the book of bad temptations

Down the streets where I was feeling alright

And slept for quite a while

Still i heard something special

On a TV and all that i’ve ever seen

Is what I’ll keep in mind

Well, I was wrong

Still I want so much to smack you right in the face

All I want

All you don’t

Will I be right or wrong

A kick, a punch, a final strike

Bye now, saying goodbye

And I call now out for more

Will I be wrong