Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ultra-Violence , by - Mickey Avalon. Release date: 30.04.2020
Song language: English
Ultra-Violence |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| I smell just like gasoline |
| The captain of the losin' team |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| My landlord won’t let me be |
| I can’t find no place to breathe |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| A couple young clowns |
| In an old slow town |
| Just didn’t have nothin' to do |
| But grab a big long shovel |
| And click on the double |
| That’s the trouble they could get into |
| Old Pete was the leader |
| So he fired up the Vita |
| And Jimmy jumped in on his side |
| Left food on the pedal |
| Say a prayer to the devil |
| Oh, that boy sure could drive |
| It’s all just passin' you by |
| (It's all just passin' you by) |
| Feelin' like you’re barely alive |
| (Feelin' like you’re barely alive) |
| Starin' at your cellular form |
| (Starin' at your cellular form) |
| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone |
| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone) |
| I smell just like gasoline |
| The captain of the losin' team |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| My landlord won’t let me be |
| I can’t find no place to breathe |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| Straight through the light |
| They passed that pipe |
| These boys ain’t slept days |
| So when they seen their market |
| Old Pete just parked it |
| And Jimmy just got out in a haste |
| Runnin' amok |
| Got the shovel out the truck |
| But not so they could dig |
| And they don’t know science |
| But ultra-violence |
| Make a little man sure feel big |
| Another notch in the belt |
| (Another notch in the belt) |
| Wishin' you were somebody else |
| (Wishin' you were somebody else) |
| Starin' at your cellular form |
| (Starin' at your cellular form) |
| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone |
| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone) |
| I smell just like gasoline |
| The captain of the losin' team |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| My landlord won’t let me be |
| I can’t find no place to breathe |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| Forty eight bucks richer |
| And a postcard picture |
| Of a place they wish they was |
| Now Pete say, «Jimmy, |
| Stop talkin' silly |
| You ruinin' my buzz» |
| Then his rearview mirror |
| Got crystal clear |
| Johnny Law pulled up for the bust |
| But Old Pete could drive |
| Like no man alive |
| Left that pig in a cloud of dust |
| We’re all just goin' to hell |
| (We're all just goin' to hell) |
| And ain’t got nobody to tell |
| (And ain’t got nobody to tell) |
| Starin' at your cellular form |
| (Starin' at your cellular form) |
| Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone |
| (Pretendin' that you ain’t all alone) |
| I smell just like gasoline |
| The captain of the losin' team |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |
| My landlord won’t let me be |
| I can’t find no place to breathe |
| Nothin' in this world is free |
| You gotta take it |
| You gotta take it |