BRING ME THE HEAD OF PAUL MCCARTNEY ON HEATHER MILLS' WOODEN PEG (DROPPING BOMBS ON THE WHITEHOUSE)

(newcombe)

 

Oh man it's dropping out of heaven and it's bringing the word

The wicked fucking sound that you never have heard

 

I'll tell you all about it cause it's spoken to me

Itt damn near took my life and kicked the shit out of me, you see?

 

Now it walks with my soul and it lives with my mind

And it's got a big gun and it's hunting mankind

 

Shiny leather boots and a big set of wings

Many fucking presents for the children it brings

 

Flying through the heavens and it's made out of stars

It's walking on fire to the place that you are

Here it comes

 

So grab your silver bullets and sharpen your stakes

And lock your fucking doors for Jesus sakes

 

Because it's reading your mind and it's ruined this land

And it's speaking in German and things you can't understand

 

While it's fucking your girlfriend and flying in space

As it puts you to shame as it spits in your face

 

Then it flies back to heaven and it sleeps with the stars

As it's eating up planet and it's playing guitar

 

In fact it's playing right now

 

 

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Anton Newcombe - Guitar/Vox

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