Broken Fist - Buster and Mack

Buster smashed his fist on Mack's chin.
Mack did not feel happy about that.
Their eight-year spat made fat Papa roar.
I thought for sure Papa would bust Busters grin.

[verse 2]
But Papa said, “It’s Mack's birthday, man,
Pop your brother again on the chin
Cause Mack stole my last bottle of gin.
Thought Buster would buy his own gin”

[chorus]
Some days just suck, and I don’t know why.
Makes a man cry.  But back in town,
Papa will win.  He’ll buy more gin.
He needs more gin in order to win.

[verse 3]
Mack figured stolen gin’s okay.  It’s his way.
Gin’s how we always play around here.
If we run out of gin, we have plenty of beer.
And what goes with beer?  Lots of laughs and cheer.

[verse 4]
Buster said, “No way, man, I broke my hand.”
Take me to the Doc right now.”
And that’s why our party shut down.
Took the truck and struck out for town.

[chorus]
Some days just suck, and I don’t know why.
Makes a man cry.  But back in town,
Papa will win.  He’ll buy more gin.
He needs more gin in order to win.

Thinking back on our fun times,
Who woulda thought what Macks birthday brought.
On that sour sweet day, we found our way to jail.
But Jail is okay 'cause none of us work.

For joy, none of us work.
And we do fine with plenty of wine.
It’s our duty which we never shirk.
You’re invited too.  Come go berserk.

[chorus]
Some days just suck, and I don’t know why.
Makes a man cry.  But back in town,
Papa will win.  He’ll buy more gin.
He needs more gin in order to win.