Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Myers Flat, artist - Beborn Beton. Date of issue: 17.10.1993
Song language: English
Myers Flat |
| Just have been stopped by the highway |
| patrol, |
| must have been a few miles more than I |
| ought to go. |
| Cop drags me out of my velvet Van, |
| feel the cold metal of his 45 |
| er, «Freeze man!» |
| «Black leather and silver crosses |
| that seems like bloody blasphemy to me, |
| it’s exactly what we do not appreciate |
| in town, |
| You better hit the road before I nail |
| you down! |
| «As I try to speak he unlocks his gun, |
| California is the state of fun, |
| no further questions, and no replies, |
| there is no good living, when your body |
| dies. |
| Reentering the van I got a talk with |
| Smith & Wesson, |
| together we decide it’s time to teach a |
| lesson |
| last glimps to the man with the star |
| a quick click, then a blow, shows him |
| who we are! |
| Heavy shooting on Highway 101 |
| near exit Myer’s Flat, Casualties 1 |
| Fugative in velvet van is heading north |
| towards Washington State Border |