Lyrics Death Car - Wheat

Death Car

I want to fight your father’s bare hands
I’m more of a man i might
I want to find his pieces of gold
He’ll do what he’s told or i’ll steal his soul
It’s the last docket he’ll ever oppose
He’ll find it hard i’ll trash his yard
Like a mad rocket i’m like a fire
Sent to retire i’ll crush his little home
Like a flame i’ll rule his toys
I’m not the boy he’d like
And if he tries i’m not that far
I’ll rule his star in my death car
And i better not see your face no more
That’s part of it
And i better not show my face no more