U.S. Bombs Beetle Boot Lyrics:
mackn with trish in the dark on the docks turn the
ambulance sirens up emergency baby i aint one to
wait i gonna get yer britches off any day now
there gonna drop the bomb and were gonna be a
bucket of bones we got an hour till day we got to
go all the way and shoot the rockets in the rescue
zone [chorus] roll over baby say hello daddy king
adoption papers ready come to dixie a
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dysfunctional home hostage all alone old soup on
yer apron babe ill lick it off i woke up to the
alarm on my radio those AM airwaves all ways set
me off the old men talk all day they talk about
the same old things dirty sheets and a dirty hand
full of blow thrift store opened and i gotta buy a
pair of shoes gotta get her number and im gonna
make a telephone call lets go splah some booze i
wanna drink it off you told me to get a barel(and
ride it down niagra falls)
Lyrics: Beetle Boot, U.S. Bombs [end]