death rising moan Firestorm coming closer, napalm to the bone Because, you know we do it right, a mission every night It's a bomber, it's a bomber, it's a bomber
This is it Breaking up or breaking through Breaking something's all we ever do Shoot straight, travel far Stone crazy's all we ever are But I don't
Hey, fellows have you heard the news The women in this town are being misused Seen it all in a dream last night You'll be leaving this town 'cause you
Your evil eye, in the night, Cruising low, flashing white, There together, in the dark, But it ain't no friend just another scared nark, Lawman, I think
Shoot, shoot, shoot, hey Don't be unkind I'm out of my mind and I'm telling you It's not that I'm bad I'm totally mad, I'm a loser, too I'm certain
People tell me you didn't know better Give me sermons 'bout the things I do Come to love 'em, even wrote letters You know I even asked it of you, I said
Like a sniper, I've got my sights on you, Windscreen wiper, there ain't no spoiling my view, Silver bandoleer, my profession's clear, Sharpshooter Infra
Well I'll see you later, but I don't know when, Don't know if I'm coming, coming round again, But I don't care, that they might stare, I know I mustn'
You think you see me In the glass You think you hear me Better listen fast I think I see you Gone to seed The only reason Is your guilt and greed You
I see that nothing is changed Insist on playing games Some waste of time you are And you're so popular Well, this is it you bitch I got to make a switch
The only thing I know, is playing rock 'n' roll, I'm not a business man, I'm just in a good time band, You don't let no-one know, just where the money
in hell, Nothing's gonna bring us down, The way we fly, Five miles off the ground, Because we shoot to kill, And you know we always will, It's a Bomber
This is it! Breaking up or breaking through, Breaking something's all we ever do, Shoot straight, travel far, Stone crazy's all we ever are, But I don
People tell me you didn't know better, Give me sermons 'bout the things I do, Come to love 'em, even wrote letters, You know I even asked it of you,
Don't touch that dial! Television screams, your face turning green, Don't listen to the news, Don't know what you hear, they never make it clear, They
Hello victims! I can almost taste it, It's the need to see you die, You thought you had it made, Well here's your final shock surprise, How do you like
