Bongwater Crime
The clouds cut like lightening
Isn't that frightening?
Like warm lines on ice
Not very nice
Fire on jet masters men out of life
Napalm and men are like Judas & Christ
You were yellow or red and then black & blue
I never could take my pretty eyes off of you
We saw them running and we put them in line
HOW DID THEY WIN against a 300 mile an hour CRIME?
I'm wired with fire
No one can bust me
No one can find...
No one can fell me
