| The lyric of The Dance That Broke My Jaw, Hoobastank's song Hey man I saw you standing there You were bobbing your head to the beat as your fists start to clinch Oh so tight "No Fear" in your eyes and also on your shirt (and hat and pants) It s your turn to show tonight do your best to start a fight Show us all that you can dance with your elbows and your hands (Dancing with friends keeping the peace if you didn t know I m being sarcastic) When you feel the crowd start to move Please try to resist the urge that you get Try not to get upset and sock your neighbor right in the face I know that coach meant well But what s a dance to you is a fight to someone else Keep your anger aside kick back enjoy the ride And think how it could be if you showed some courtesy Your hostility it grows so easily You re the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Please don t get near You re the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Have some more beer "No Fear Gear" is what you wear Just because the music begins Does not always mean a wrestling scene from WWF Breaks out right to my left And I got a ringside ticket I ll challenge you or anyone anywhere Sometimes I just want the football thrown in Let the football game begin And then say to myself as I think of someone else That s not what we came here for we ll take no more What s going through your head? To the point that someone is dead Keep it up and you re out of here you re out of here And when you re outside by yourself and sitting all alone Keep your head down Cause we re the ones that warned you You re the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Please don t get near You re the next victim of the dance that broke my jaw Can t we just be friends in here? Go drink some more beer Kick your neighbor s rear Elbow to my ear Can t we just be friends in here? I was dancing by myself and bothering no one else When suddenly I was encountered by the beast I ask so politely "please just let me be" But the next thing I remember I m staring at the ceiling Someone please help me call security Was on my feet but now I m on the floor That shithead doesn t show respect to me or to you So now he s out the door Not gonna hurt us anymore That dance floor is free of hostility And I m so glad he s gone It s our turn to have fun My message was clear "We re all friends in here" But we re not allowed to do the dance that broke my jaw
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