Drop Dead
Don’t you dare to think I’m yours
I don’t fear your evil force
Before you came we played like hell
We knew our game, we knew it well
Don’t try to break my endless hate
‘Cause here’s your late final fate
You can hang yourself
You can go to hell or drop dead
We’ll hang you, we’ll crush you
You’ll burn up, I’ll turn on
You’ll be dead, we warn ya
They’ll find you by morning
We’ll hire you a groupie
To replace your red lady
On the road we serve overload
To pin ya down on our sound
We’ll teach you as a monk
How to fuck and stay drunk
Use your rod, it’s all you’ve got
It’s getting time to end this rhyme