At night in the minefield, tuggin’ my uniform Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I’m lying on Where you suppose the interest came In whose to receive here and whose to blame Huh? I don’t get it .. C’mon
Shotgun ……… those shells and get those slippery suckers down ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around With your microphone hidden in my drawers Why don’t you just beat me off with those claws Hit it
I trust you just as far as low fat groceries Wouldn’t you like to know whose tugging at my jeans I’ll stick this friggin’ neck right down your cake-hole Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know
It’s thuggery It’s thuggery It’s thuggery
It’s your time to shout get over it Let the blood rush to my head Come on little man What don’t you get
Compositor: Tim Adrian Rogers (APRA)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Pty Limited (APRA)ECAD verificado obra #26498049 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM