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You've gotta Bum Rush to the motorcade Lock and load and take that fucker down I'll make the perfect play Your toothless grins can lick my snake goodnight Lit up to take the pain clean and close - the worse is yet to come Send seven silver streaks to tell the truth The truth comes from a gun The truth comes from a gun And you still wont see just where I'm coming from No, you still wont see where I'm coming No you still won't see where I'm coming from The figurehead appears and sheds it's reptile tears 'til I'm coming. Now heres the fallback plan With a firm handshake I'll bite my tongue- in line to meet the man Push it in and feel the body quit Lit up to take the pain clean and close- the worst is yet to come Hold fast or brace the fool No- never mind the end will never come no the end will never come And you still wont see just where I'm coming from No, you still wont see where I'm coming No you still won't see where I'm coming from The figurehead appears and sheds it's reptile tears 'til I'm coming. Bumrush the motorcade You've gotta Bumrush the motorcade Bumrush the motorcade Bumrush the motorcade Bumrush the motorcade You've gotta bumrush the motorcade Bumrush the motorcade You've gotta bumrush the motorcade To avoid copyright violation we will give credit where credit is due. Lyrics by Steven Kray Music by Michael Alllen Zirk (MAZ) |