Kick out the dead heads and burn with them
Make them bit on the bullet I'm burning in the hell
Here come the crash lords coming up fast
Better run from the city this may be your last
The captain pulls the trigger a metaphysical pistol
That he held to the tramp while the rep he boogies on and on
With your stiff upper lip and your fine grey clothes
I watch your rocket ship exploding and I fell through my phone
And they trash their hearts
So the metaphysical pistol
Oh two is here
You better bite on the bullet with your stiff upper lip
It's a burning baby you know you don't exist
Here come the crash lords coming up fast
You better bite on the bullet this could be your last breath
And he falls to his death
Metaphysical pistol play that trigger
That the world holds to his head
Holds to his head
And the killer rocks on
And the killer rocks on
And the killer rocking on
And the killer rocking on
????? Goes on
????? Tramp
I love your hair
Take a little time
Take a little shine
Don't you beat it up
And a ruffin boogies on
Ruffin boogies on to the sound of groove
Ruffin boogies on and an ????????? Too
Ruffin boogies on and you better get heavy
Here comes the you better live ????
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