Big old Boots, he's a big old power
Big old brute he's a big old power
Last night I didn't wanna run
Batteries: leaked and loaded
Once sighted, she's gon' loathe him
Lost irons, lets wind it up
Power!
That side of why:
Burning a torch, (with)
Bat-sight and wounded wings
Blood stain!
Red vulture, want everything
Outside you won't let it
Inside until you've bled it
Now now now
Now now now
Pulse guide him, bound to heed the trance
In the name of separation
That traitor sent in the lance
"Let us in"
With pride on buttered side
Forget the Finnegan's Wake
Be it glad
In its stead
What say to now?
What say to now?
To now
It's out
Once there for me to see
What side will I entwine?
New fates, Looking lean
Giant's apparition
White sand in a sacred space
Futheration
That said, I want a modern disgrace
I ran a riot, girl
One sat in a wired cell
I plan a river route
Backstab-an-out, and he say:
I, a-lie here, O
I fade aloud!
Once head a-loaded
Let's say
One lauded
Now now now
Now now now
Now now now