Lyrics: Joe Love
Music: Joe Love
I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts
I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar
I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts
I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar
'Cause he's a bad, bad puta madre now
And he likes to see a blow
And he's got no Bible on his chest
He just had some snow
Let it bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Let it bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Let it bang
Oh my God
I was playing Lucy when I should have played God
Looking to the left, should have been right
Only Lucy can hold me tight
I said, oh my God
I was playing Lucy when I should have played God
Looking to the left, should have been right
Only Lucy can hold me tight
I need a van, take it overseas
I need a brother on set looking dead at me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I heard the shots, come and cover me
I run 61 miles from another me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want
Said you can't wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts
I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar
I said wake me up, wake me up when the shooting starts
I'm going to pack my bag, find a hill, watch it from afar
'Cause he's a bad, bad puta madre now
And he likes to see a blow
And he's got no Bible on his chest
He just had some snow
Let it bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Let it bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Let it bang
Oh my God
I was playing Lucy when I should have played God
Looking to the left, should have been right
Only Lucy can hold me tight
I said, oh my God
I was playing Lucy when I should have played God
Looking to the left, should have been right
Only Lucy can hold me tight
I need a van, take it overseas
I need a brother on set looking dead at me
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I swam a while in regretamine
I took an iced bath with David Fettafin
I need a, I need a call to the holy ground
And tell me what you want, what you really want, baby
I said blue black, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?
I said blue black, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?
And you answer my question
Is it only a bomb?
Well, you can be my bum, bum
I'm in the twilight zone
Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running, running, running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running, running, running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Don't blow me high
I said blue black, baby, on the telephone
I'm in the calling light now, baby
Won't you leave me alone?
Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running, running, running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Bitch, I'm running, running, running, running, running, running, running
Running, running, running, running, running, running, running
From the grey thoughts in my mind
Don't blow me high