Texty: Ian Gillan. One Eye to Morocco. Deal with It.

Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight

Something in my vision
As I'm walking down the towpath
A feeling of aggression
Emanating from a psychopath

He was coming at me
The kids were in the way
I had to throw them down
I guess they thought it was a game

He was coming at me
He was coming through
Didn't need much imagination
See what he was trying to do

I was in the way
He was going to ride me down
Teach me some respect
This stupid smack head clown

Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight

The step aside was easy
And the jab he couldn't see
Laying on his back
He was looking up at me

His dignity was shattered
And the rage began to burn
He started getting up
I thought this boy will never learn

Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight

He was frothing at the mouth
And screaming 'bout his rights
So I threw him in the river
And then I threw his bike

Now I'm questioned by the law
About some charge he wants to bring
But I got twenty seven witnesses
Who never saw a thing

Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight