DOOM BUGGY! - Album Mix
Step into the Doom Buggy
Well the world's on fire are you staying alive
The world's on fire don't you just wanna drive
Put the Hammer Down, it's the Genuine Article
Puffin' up the road I can see you shedding particles
Why's it gotta be a hashtag? Now we playing catch up
Could have had this in the bag Pull your Lucky mask up
Step into the Doom Buggy
Well the world's on fire are you staying alive
The world's on fire don't you just wanna drive
Pull your mask up It's getting kinda Dusty
We ride the Skeleton Dune Ain't you gonna trust me
Pick up your wrenches
There's no heading for the Door
As the Gasoline Puddle spreads over the floor
Step into the Doom Buggy
Come on Black Lives Matter Brother that ain't no Jive
The World is Burning, Praying that you survive
Lookin' in the sweet rearview There goes your Gravy
Twenty twenty Twenty Twenty hindsight baby
There was more slack back back in the Day
Before the Killers got their ticket
Now they come out to play
Step into the Doom Buggy
The killers got their ticket now they come out to play
Don't be calling the cops could be the KKK
That Skeleton is yours This one is mine
Our blood was red. Now our bones are burning
Blackened white
Remembering our Mothers in this terrible time
I pray to be your Brother when you look me in the eye
I gotta step up
I pray to be your Brother when you look me in the eye
Well the world's on fire are you staying alive
The world's on fire don't you just wanna drive
Put the Hammer Down, it's the Genuine Article
Puffin' up the road I can see you shedding particles
Why's it gotta be a hashtag? Now we playing catch up
Could have had this in the bag Pull your Lucky mask up
Step into the Doom Buggy
Well the world's on fire are you staying alive
The world's on fire don't you just wanna drive
Pull your mask up It's getting kinda Dusty
We ride the Skeleton Dune Ain't you gonna trust me
Pick up your wrenches
There's no heading for the Door
As the Gasoline Puddle spreads over the floor
Step into the Doom Buggy
Come on Black Lives Matter Brother that ain't no Jive
The World is Burning, Praying that you survive
Lookin' in the sweet rearview There goes your Gravy
Twenty twenty Twenty Twenty hindsight baby
There was more slack back back in the Day
Before the Killers got their ticket
Now they come out to play
Step into the Doom Buggy
The killers got their ticket now they come out to play
Don't be calling the cops could be the KKK
That Skeleton is yours This one is mine
Our blood was red. Now our bones are burning
Blackened white
Remembering our Mothers in this terrible time
I pray to be your Brother when you look me in the eye
I gotta step up
I pray to be your Brother when you look me in the eye
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Sprague
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