Hit the Floor

The thirst of a man tops a hungry horse
Both wild in their duty, steady a troubled course
Hungry horse

The sapping of a bottle left from night before
Ten ton throttle feeds a lion his roar
Bound to make ya dizzy we hit, hit the floor
Feeds a lion his roar

It's not his favourite bottle, It's bottle no less
You can peel the label, brands easy guess
Rusty cold steel, brick on the back
Dark alley livin' fires smoke through the stack

The sapping of a bottle left from night before
Ten ton throttle feeds a lion his roar
Bound to make ya dizzy we hit, hit the floor
Feeds a lion his roar

Soap for the soot, solace for the skin
But your viscous sullied blood can't erase where ya been

The sapping of a bottle left from night before
It's a ten ton throttle feeds a lion his roar
Bound to make ya dizzy we hit, hit the floor
Feeds a lion his roar

Hit the floor



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Writer(s): Chilblaine Winters
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