Go bang that Go bang that Go bang that Ooh Yea
I am just a cowboy Lonesome on the trail The starry night Campfire lights The coyote call And the howling winds wail So I ride out To the old sundown
All these days I've been the hard man All these years it's been so hard man To live my life for someone else In fear of being honest with myself I perpetrated
I really need a cup of coffee Go get me a cupajoe I really need a cup of coffee Go get me a cupajoe I really need a cup of coffee Go get me a cupajoe
Like the screaming eagle I'm on the run I blaze through the sky I kill for the fun No reason, no warning Nor shadow be found Got you in my sights And
Hello world The one, I knew you well Hello world Always hard to tell When you're gonna Take me there again Yeah, you're gonna Watch until the end
Now you see me, now you don't Go before I am the goat Get away with murder Kill me when you're through Do I have to give up me To be loved by you? Get
I wait, I hate, silence kills you like a loaded gun My time, you waste, resolution turn your back and run Drunk with power, your ivory tower Never stood
Riding hard, high in the saddle Winged steed of unwearing flight Sweeping through air just like fire Swift of the foot, great of might Hear the screams
It started back in high school So cool, king of the scene You found that making people laugh Was more than just a dream The public took right to you
You know he got the cure You know he went astray He used to stay awake To drive the dreams he had away He wanted to believe In the hands of love His
Music by the Sex Pistols. Lyrics by Anthrax. There was a bunch of roadies And this here is their story A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say
Killing myself, someone said the fix is in Killing myself once again, once again, over easy Burnt, my mind is overdone, life's a jigsaw Why can't I find
There was a bunch of roadies And this here is their story A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say they're sorry They've traveled cross the nations
originally by Celtic Frost. See the portal, gate to madness Locked forever in a veil of shame Deny extraction, Thirst for disgrace Watch his break,
I'm out to mix it up and change my complexion To coat the feelings and cure my depression A shot of petrol is my bonafide method To lose control and get
Give it up Give it up, got to give it up I said Give it up, give it up man you're already dead You got no reason for hanging around Except for a beat