Shot Shot

Well hey, how's tricks man
Think I seen you before
Blank blank to that
You looked a lot older
You been workin' out
What's wrong with that

Well he came back
And came marching in
Shot shot to that
You found a good reason
You do it for the money
What's wrong with that

Control your bad side in to battle
We go down
Hold the line
You'll survive
Dead wrong

So please stop talking
And start puckering up
My ears are blank
It's a special occasion
So do it for the money
Can't go wrong with that

Explode or capsize
Provide my going
If you're down
Hold the line
You'll survive
Dead wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Ball, Benjamin Ottewell, Paul Blackburn, Thomas Gray, Oliver Peacock
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