Screeching Weasel Six Ways To Sunday
[Verse 1]
Can't think
Can't see
Can't run
They've got a bead on me
I'm done
[Verse 2]
Can't talk
Can't hear
White hot
Backed in a corner with
No shot
[Chorus]
I'm f..cked
Six ways to Sunday now
Undone
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
I'm f..cked
Six ways to Sunday now
Undone
[Outro]
I'm unguarded and
Bombarded
With the lights and the stereo panic
Surrounded
I'm thinking burn it down
Burn it all down
I'm thinking burn it down
Burn it all down
Burn it down
