This is it, the stories are all true. I'm doing 98 on the interstate coming to get you I see the tanks rolling in already picking spots Not too much longer until this city's hot They will never find us though I know where we can go. West of this towns there's a spot, That I've already picked out. But we have to moves fast, So they don't figure this out Either way it's definitely on now There's only one way in this place if they find out how And just so you know, I'm taking at least three of them when I go When that time finally comes set a fire to the gasoline drums They will never take us alive When that time does come I hope it doesn't make you run I hope you stay here with me I hope all of this makes sense I can't stand the thought of living our last days Behind a fence inside this apocalypse.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
