♪
Classic information at recruiting centers ♪
♪ Roundup boys, they're right here fun ♪
♪ Beckons me to exercise my index finger ♪
♪ Scratch it on, the trigger of a gun ♪
♪ I'm alive and I wonder how a flux could kill ♪
♪ I'd be rotten by now,
hold this room for the TV in ♪
♪ It comes alive and shows me on an earprim ♪
♪ An earprim,
an earprim,
an earprim,
an earprim,
an earprim,
♪
I wonder how it looks could kill I'd be rotten by now
Are you ready yet, man?
Spreading water,
spinning in a post-war wall pool
I am too slow, it cuts me too quick
Prune my skin, shrivel in a steamboat's wet box
Now I know the reason that I am sick
I wonder how it looks could kill I'd be rotten by now
Oh,
there's a woman with a TV in It comes alive and shows me an earring
Glossy inflammation,
agri-fruit-tank sensors Roundup boys,
they're right there fun
Bethlen is me to exercise my index
finger Scratching on the trigger of a gun
I could run or get blown away When nothing's fair in warfare today
My superior waves me in He clicks his heels and shows me an idea grin
I could run or get blown away When nothing's fair in warfare today
My superior waves me in He clicks his heels and shows me an idea grin
I am alive and I wonder how it looks could kill I'd be rotten by now
Oh,
there's a woman with a TV in It comes alive and shows me an earring
And if I'm with someone else to pop a
question I could pose and show it to the door
I could manage to extend my lease of a life
in no man's land But I've been there before
Born a fighter,
a metal head
A steel-grazed skirt and stockings instead
I believe my next of kin
Would slap my back and show me an idea grin