Power Ranger
Polish my boots, make 'em shine
Deathskull valley, about a quarter to nine
With a doeskin jacket on the back of my horse
Feeling so vain, got no remorse
I 'm no loser, I take no shit
I 'll hunt you back, to your stinky rat pit
I 'm so raw, so fucking helluva mean
So save your prayers, cause I 'm a war-machine
Ch 1. You see me I 'll be coming down on you
Like a razor from above
I 'll crush you like a fly on the wall
You don't have a chance to confess
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
Gun in hand, time to ride
Whiskey in my bag and my heart full of pride
I 'm the outlaw freak, the mighty preacher man
My word is crazy law, in cowboys wasted land
Like a desert wind, you know I 'll soon be gone
The only thing left is a yelling alarm
All you bitches and all you whores
I 'll carve you up, to get the highest scores
Ch 2. You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
I make you burn, I 'll make you dance
One more time, just give me a chance
I crush your bones, I 'll crush your head
Makes you wonder, if you're a living dead
You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
Deathskull valley, about a quarter to nine
With a doeskin jacket on the back of my horse
Feeling so vain, got no remorse
I 'm no loser, I take no shit
I 'll hunt you back, to your stinky rat pit
I 'm so raw, so fucking helluva mean
So save your prayers, cause I 'm a war-machine
Ch 1. You see me I 'll be coming down on you
Like a razor from above
I 'll crush you like a fly on the wall
You don't have a chance to confess
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
Gun in hand, time to ride
Whiskey in my bag and my heart full of pride
I 'm the outlaw freak, the mighty preacher man
My word is crazy law, in cowboys wasted land
Like a desert wind, you know I 'll soon be gone
The only thing left is a yelling alarm
All you bitches and all you whores
I 'll carve you up, to get the highest scores
Ch 2. You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
I make you burn, I 'll make you dance
One more time, just give me a chance
I crush your bones, I 'll crush your head
Makes you wonder, if you're a living dead
You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
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Writer(s): Tony Jelencovich, Stefan Hans Thuresson
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