Don't often open up this floor Since I handed in my gun What all these keys are for Now my tour of duty's done You got to know the switches Now you got your turn Watch and learn, junior Watch and learn
Now you will get your Trouble spots Here's one from Down voodoo way Bragged he had me By the you-know-whats Very funny, you don't say The big enchilada Stealing elections Had to go down there Trash collection Got his cojones On my desk in there Made into a souvenir Set of cufflinks, nice pair The rest of him's Someplace up here Sometimes you got to Put a shoulder to the door Not so fast, junior Listen to your pa Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Whatever you do
What we have here's A dung hole place Thought it was fly shit On the map Fat bastard, ugly face And the personal crap You can't move the barriers You can't mess with oil and gas Had to go down there Stick a couple Aircraft carriers In his ass Fancy dress Medals chest It's all in here For all the gigs Gas mask Bullet-proof vest All the usual rigs There'll be things they missed They didn't mention You've even Got a whistle in there For attracting attention
Well, I think you're gonna Be okay, son You've had the tour, I guess These two buttons By the way This one I hope You never press Some holy fool, just watch Who's not like you or me That one's the whole Shooting match Right there It's the whole shitaree We don't forget Who put us here, jack That's page one We talk soft But carry a big stick And pack the biggest gun We don't like accidents Major or minor You don't want yourself An incident Don't ever invade china
Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Here, son I'm handing over to you Don't crash the ambulance Whatever you doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
