Bulls On Parade

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds

Either drop the hits like DeLaOre

Get the fuck off the commode with the show shot

Assure them, make the bodies drop, drop

And don't copy it, oh, don't make it a co-op

Terror reigns, a drenching, quenching

The thirst of the power dons

That fireside, a fist of gold

That rotten soul on the face of the earth

Gets bigger, the trigger's cold, empty your purse

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells

No weapons, no food, no homes, no shoes, no need

Just feed the war cannibal animal

Walk the corner through the rubble that used to be the library

library line up the mine cemetery now what we don't know keeps the contracts

alive and moving they don't gotta burn the books but they remove them while arms

man our house is as quick as the sales rally around the family with the pocket

full of shells rally around the family with a pocket full of shells

oh rally around the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells.

Oh, they rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells.

Bullets on parade.

Oh!

I'm with her now.

Come with her now.

Come with her now.

I'm with her now.

I'm with her now.

Boots on parade! Boots on parade! Boots on parade!

Boots on parade! Boots on parade!