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