Bottle Rocket

We shot off bottle rockets
We burned the bush to the ground
A shock to my eye sockets
Let the ashes swim around
Stealth we hide in mud
You stole the persian rug

My glasses smashed your fist
We fought you knuckle heads
The flat top VA racket
For an agent orange red
I'll board that flight today
An eight dollar tank hooray

The tsa gave me trouble
That's why I got a gun
The groping and the raping
A terror on the run
A skull can come undone
My brains blown to the sun

I'm a carbon copy killer
For whatever the excuse
I'll trim the fat off heaven
For whatever it is worth
And if it means you and I
I guess we both will die



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Nichols
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