Bang!
Oh yeah, back at it again boys
Let's show them how it's done
Back on the scene, same hopes and dreams
No longer fresh-faced teens
Crows feet, grey hair, new 4 -strings
But guaranteed these minds ain't clean
Sometimes life ain't as planned
Gotta deal with this random hand
Least I got my sordid clan
You joined AA!? Try JB MAN!
I've been shining to blinding heights, this barrel of mine set on new sights
I can see your eyes and you can't disguise, these riffs tear holes in tights
Lock load aim fire
Russian Roulette but the stakes are higher
Lock load aim fire
Tennis to the death and there's no umpire
Lock load aim fire
Gloves off, fists lock, I saw fire
Lock up your daughters, your mothers and nans
Back with a vengeance JB & The Gang
Bang!
They say ska's dead, it's had its time
Well I've been biding mine
Let's neck some tins and snort some lines
I think we'll do just fine
You don't mean shit, you don't create
Only thought of yours is hate
Our new take, I know you'll slate
But end of show, your date? My place
We're still climbing against all spite, this mountain reaching dizzy heights
So open your minds and close the blinds, we'll get no sleep tonight
Lock load aim fire
Russian Roulette but the stakes are higher
Lock load aim fire
Tennis to the death and there's no umpire
Lock load aim fire
Gloves off, fists lock, I saw fire
Let's show them how it's done
Back on the scene, same hopes and dreams
No longer fresh-faced teens
Crows feet, grey hair, new 4 -strings
But guaranteed these minds ain't clean
Sometimes life ain't as planned
Gotta deal with this random hand
Least I got my sordid clan
You joined AA!? Try JB MAN!
I've been shining to blinding heights, this barrel of mine set on new sights
I can see your eyes and you can't disguise, these riffs tear holes in tights
Lock load aim fire
Russian Roulette but the stakes are higher
Lock load aim fire
Tennis to the death and there's no umpire
Lock load aim fire
Gloves off, fists lock, I saw fire
Lock up your daughters, your mothers and nans
Back with a vengeance JB & The Gang
Bang!
They say ska's dead, it's had its time
Well I've been biding mine
Let's neck some tins and snort some lines
I think we'll do just fine
You don't mean shit, you don't create
Only thought of yours is hate
Our new take, I know you'll slate
But end of show, your date? My place
We're still climbing against all spite, this mountain reaching dizzy heights
So open your minds and close the blinds, we'll get no sleep tonight
Lock load aim fire
Russian Roulette but the stakes are higher
Lock load aim fire
Tennis to the death and there's no umpire
Lock load aim fire
Gloves off, fists lock, I saw fire
Credits
Writer(s): Max Mayhew
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