I am a leader but you will not follow me I ain't no preacher, for I'm full of blasphemy See you in hell, boys
Like an angel who'd been dancing with some devils I'm a bad girl with hope for a better day My laughter is spiced with mischief I won't toss the salt, kiss it up, or pray When you offer pink or blue, I'll take the blackest When you offer only two, I'll offer three When you point me in a direction, I'll run backwards And at the border of utopia, I'll toast to anarchy
Cause fire and rock, I'm coming home to you As I'm pickin' the bones out of my dinner stew Open up the gates of hell and roll me through Fire and rock, I'm coming home to you
So you're sayin' Satan's army's rising up soon Well if it is, I'm the Secretary of No-State No state! Got wrenches, rocks, and bottles in my tool pouch My desire is society's jailbait Cause there's tons of guys a'mopin' 'bout the workday Dimes by the dozens Their song weighs a thousand pounds But there's nothing like a lady with a buzzsaw I just might build your house But I just might tear it down
Yes barkeep, I will surely have another To the witches! To the goblins and the trolls! I'll be coming to recruit your rebel children There ain't no use in lockin' doors There's one of me in every home With mud on my boots And blood on my jeans I'll take those pretty dresses Tear 'em at the seams Roll me through the gates of hell, ah please And I'll be back in your daughter's dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
