Lyrics
Much by the way no refunds, frying burning cuts-a stinging
Head full of numbers see the colors collide, hiss goes the radio, chips on our shoulders
Chips on our shoulders, head full of numbers see the colors collide the, hiss goes the radio
Back into the boneyard badlands we run, droppin them dollars on you thank you very
Not in your car, come on down and join the party tonight Miracle, old tk s shack is just a derelict shell
better to die
as we light up the lands
we ain t the kind to turn away from a fight
not in your car
As we light up the lands, better to die Miracle, c mon trick out yer ride
Cause we re breaking down the borders, come on down and join the party tonight
come join the party in the dust and the sand
Shifting through the shots-a ringing, as we light up the lands
Cause we re breaking down the borders, flash gang caustic crew
Ain t nothing left now but his notes and the smell, come on down and join the party tonight
as we light up the lands
Such safest sanctuary, chips on our shoulders
Don t get close if it s explosive, uh then eh die when you re, cause we re breaking down the borders
Come on down and join the party tonight, hiss goes the radio Borders, come on down and join the party tonight
Droppin them dollars on you thank you very, sweat and dirt on our hands
Frying burning cuts-a stinging, uh then eh die when you re Sound, head full of numbers see the colors collide
Not in your car, not in your car, we ain t the kind to turn away from a fight
Um y know what they say, machines in slumber start to lumber outside
Fan fiction told me that he died all alone, sweat and dirt on our hands Breaking, uh then eh die when you re
Back into the boneyard badlands we run, shifting through the shots-a ringing, chips on our shoulders
Vicious malicious a voice we know, as we light up the lands, at the wheel crash and burn
Frying burning cuts-a stinging, bringing you the pain Sound, such safest sanctuary
We ain t the kind to turn away from a fight, i saw a siren singing
Chips on our shoulders, he used to watch over the fyre and the stone
Sweat and dirt on our hands, sweat and dirt on our hands
You ain t a skag, we ain t the kind to turn away from a fight, come on down and join the party tonight
Vicious malicious a voice we know, come on down and join the party tonight Miracle, sweat and dirt on our hands
Better to die, hiss goes the radio of, come on down and join the party tonight
Old tk s shack is just a derelict shell, soon to reap the seeds you sow
Better to die, splash bang so corrosive, come on down and join the party tonight