Shut The Front Door Lyrics

Sergeant Smythe Shut The Front Door

Sold down the river
Left to be raised by Wolves
Black Market liver
Give up your horns and hooves
Left lying naked
Without a clue
Come like a hurricane
Strapped with a plastic gun
I’m on the front line, can’t feel no pain
Where am I supposed to run
You gonna be there when I go insane
I didn’t think so
So go and try to take me out the game.

Believe me when I say
I’m not coming back for more
It’s been a long hard road for free
And now I’m closing the front door
You tried to make me a puppet
Not gonna stand here looking weak
Time for me to go and blow on my trumpet.

Close your eyes.

You’re under pressure
Breaking a sweat
Make you feel the pain
Don’t touch the treasure
Before you leave me out in the rain.