The Way of the Fist

Betty doesn't take a lot of action Even in the moments when she knows She should be avoiding the distractions And focusing on how to stop the blows He only knows The way of the fist She writes her prose It's sealed with her lips He only knows The way of the fist She's on her toes She's frightened of him Teddy doesn't take his medication Even in the moments when he knows He should be avoiding strange vibrations Not listening to voices like he's stoned He only knows The way of the fist She writes her prose It's sealed with a kiss He only knows The way of the fist She's on her toes She's frightened of him Freddy doesn't take to provocation Even in somebody else's home All he has to hear's one conversation As he's walking by for him to know This fella shows The way of the fist His lady goes Along with the shift This fella shows The way of the fist Not tonight, though It's ending with this Freddy doesn't wait for invitation He will handle everything alone Busts his way into the house's basement Heads upstairs while silencing his phone Finds a poker by the fireplace and Cracks it like an egg on Teddy's dome Betty doesn't recognize her savior He is just a stranger no one knows Freddy has shown The way of the fist Now he will go And leave her to drift Freddy has shown The way of the fist He'll even go Without any kiss