U.S. Bombs - Beetle Boot Lyrics

U.S. Bombs War Birth cover art
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Mackn with trish in the dark on the docks turn the ambulance sirens up emergency baby
I ain't one to wait I gonna get yer britches off any day now there gonna drop the bomb and were gonna be a bucket of bones we got an hour till day we got to go all the way and shoot the rockets in the rescue zone [chorus] roll over baby say hello daddy king adoption papers ready come to dixie a dysfunctional home hostage all alone old soup on yer apron babe ill lick it off I woke up to the alarm on my radio those AM airwaves all ways set me off the old men talk all day they talk about the same old things dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened and I gotta buy a pair of shoes gotta get her number and I'm gonna make a telephone call lets go splah some booze I want to drink it off you told me to get a barel(and ride it down niagra falls)

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 That’s Life
  • 2 Orange Crunch
  • 3 Jaks
  • 4 Warstoryville
  • 5 12/25
  • 6 Outta Touch
  • 7 U.S. of Hate
  • 8 War Birth
  • 9 Hand Me Downs
  • 10 Rocks in Memphis
  • 11 Beetle Boot
  • 12 Her & Me
  • 13 Don’t Need You
  • 14 No Company Town

  • Credits
    publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
    writers: Chip Hanna, Chuck Briggs, Duane Thomas Peters, Kerry Martinez, Wade Walston
    album: Track 11 in album War Birth
    release date: 1997-9-23
    popularity : 57 users have visited this page.
    genres: Rock
    styles: Punk
    length: 3:39
    Album Information
    label: Hellcat Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    script: Latin