There's a cloud in the distance Rising from the dunes Ten thousand riders Blaze a trail of ruins No doubt about it They're headed this way Who will protect us on a judgement day? Some are unready, some are unwilling Hiding amongst the women and children Rousing the rabble from under the bed I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet Manup We didn't want no trouble But trouble's what we have You call it paranoia And have yourself a laugh And avoid the confrontation Until some other year Somebody call the boys cause there's no men in here Some are unready, some are unwilling Some are still able but ain't got the feeling Talking real loud at the back of the crowd I'm calling you by name to bite the bullet Manup Listen to me my friend What you will not defend Somebody else will end up takin' And when the famine comes You think they'll just give you some But if you believe that You're mistakenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
