歌词
Don't know how it started
But I can guess how it will end
Bruised and empty bottles
Crushed and empty cans
Red light illuminating
Hoarse voices in the night
Well, it's three o' clock in the morning
That means it's time to start a fight
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Are you passed out because you drank too much
Or because you got choked out?
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
The fire I see inside your eyes is what this night is all about
Some people really know their stuff
And they're throwing their weight around
I hope the neighbours don't complain
About commotion and the sound
Red light illuminating
Hoarse voices in the night
Well, it's three o' clock in the morning
That means it's time to start a fight
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Are you passed out because you drank too much
Or because you got choked out?
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
The fire I see inside your eyes is what this night is all about
Well I don't really want to hurt you, no
This is just a friendly fight
We're just being young and dumb on a
Hot saturday night
And when I see you again
We'll both be bruised and a little sore
But we'll share a knowing glance
Because we were both the champions of
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room
Bloodsport in the living room