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 |