Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beetle Boot, artist - U.S. Bombs. Album song War Birth, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 22.09.1997
Record label: Hellcat
Song language: English
Beetle Boot |
| Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks |
| Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency |
| Baby, I ain’t one to wait, I gonna get your britches off |
| Any day now they’re gonna drop the bomb |
| And we’re gonna be a bucket of bones |
| We got an hour till day |
| We got to go all the way |
| And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone |
| Roll over baby, say hello, daddy king |
| Adoption papers ready come to Dixie |
| A dysfunctional home hostage all alone |
| Old soup on your apron babe |
| I’ll lick it off, I woke up to the alarm on my radio |
| Those AM airwaves always set me off |
| The old men talk all day, they talk about the same old things |
| Dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened |
| And I gotta buy a pair of shoes |
| Gotta get her number and I’m gonna make a telephone call |
| Let’s go splash some booze, I wanna drink it off |
| You told me to get a barrel |
| (And ride it down Niagara falls) |