Lock-n-Load

Pulled into town in a stolen Chevrolet
Been on the run for the past twenty-seven days
I met a girl with a gun who asked me for a ride
I said spit out that gum and you can come inside
I looked her up and down she was a damn fine specimen
At first glance she looked like a model american
She wanted to get high, she had a real fine regimen
She had a bag full of guns and some really fine medicines

Lock and load, Rock and roll
You bring the guns and I'll handle the stereo
Lock and load, Rock and roll
You do the shooting and I'll watch the road

Three liquor stores and two banks in under seven hours
I bought her bullets, wine and a bouquet of flowers
A whiskey kiss from her lips set my blood on fire
A haze of drugs, booze, bullets and screeching tires
She looked at me with lust through wild and crazy eyes
She had her finger on the trigger right down in between her
thighs
She cut me deep but her heat made sure my wounds were cauterized
She left me covered in scars for which there are no alibis

Lock and load, Rock and roll
You bring the guns and I'll handle the stereo
Lock and load, Rock and roll
You do the shooting and I'll watch the road

To get away we're running blind
Escape to run another day
Road to hell in front of us and John Law so close behind
Coming to collect the price we gotta pay

Lock and load, Rock and roll
You bring the guns and I'll handle the stereo
Lock and load, Rock and roll
You do the shooting and I'll watch the road

Lock and load, Rock and roll
You bring the guns and I'll handle the stereo
Lock and load, Rock and roll
You do the shooting and I'll watch the road

Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and roll
Lock and load, Rock and fuck'n roll



Credits
Writer(s): Warb Wilcox
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