The Quick Gas Gang

I can't walk, and I don't talk, and I can't see a thing.



Over the balcony and into the chair, I didn't see a thing.



And the boys are all exhausted, down to the last man.

Drink too old gunpowder and fall with a bang.

Go!

Bouncing banjos overhead scratching round and round.

Hot and nervous heaven bound scratching round and round.

I'm a good boy, she's a bad boy always safe and sound.

She'll twist and pain with time to gain.

Her feet won't touch the ground.

Song of a bomb, fall with a bang.

Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang.

Drink too old gun powder and fall with a bang.

Hollow cheers and yellow jeers, just something to be proud of.

Babes in bottles feeding dolls, that's something to be proud of.

Don't sit awkward, don't dare slouch.

Don't walk around with your hand in your mouth.

Song of a bomb, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang.

Song of a bomb, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang

Drink too old gun powder and fall with a bang.

Jokers and smokers and all night caine-cokers.

Street fighters see-sighters day.

Its a national crime, just to hear the clock chime, in the absence of father and all his friends.

I'll use and I'll lose and I'll often abuse and I'll talk with you all night and day...

But I can't understand with these holes in your hands, you talk the same way I always do.

Whites too smart to write on walls walking down blacks lane.

Eerie-po and Ire-ho playing little games.



I'm blade and gray and away today, driving hard and thrust.

I'm not looking for a year I'm feeling just the same.

Song of a bomb, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang.

Power of a gun, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang.

Drink too old gunpowder and fall with a bang.