Two Losers in a Fight

Does it matter who starts a fight if no one is willing to finish it,
Blame just follows guilt it doesn’t diminish it, Trying with a kind of alchemy
to make the means justify no end,
And this enemy has done more for your sense of purpose than any friend,
The crowd that had gathered around got bored after ten thousand punches,
Homicide bomber; suicide victim; double crossed by their hunches.
Two losers in a fight,
Two losers don’t make a right.
Everyone has their opinion; maybe they’ll kill each other,
Both of them their father’s son; neither one claimed by their mother,
Ask them what they’re fighting for and they both try to grab the same reason,
Same fistful of dirt in their hands; same scripture of treason,
They’re willing to fight to the life; not willing to split half a death,
The same girl that waits for the both of them is about to faint from holding
her breath.
Two losers in a fight,
Two losers don’t make a right.
The simple fact of the matter is that fighters just love to fight,
You can’t know that you are wrong when you believe that you are right,
So let this soil just be your grave and never your sweet bed,
For you will never feel your heart while your enemy numbs your head.
Two losers in a fight,
Two losers don’t make a right.
Right is just the opposite of wrong.