Warriors

I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances
There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian
If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy
To all my punk rockers «oi oi.» Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys
So speak with some poise
We some Warriors
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know
Let em know, we were here
We were here
We’ve been more than down and this sort of town… it’s not like home,
it’s silent and I miss the sound. Fatal if swallowed, the hole in my throat
has been hallowed. But at five o’clock they take me to the gallows hole.
Same bag of bones, a new soul inside. No vagabonds. Grind plates gonna grind,
but accepted that the home has died. I expected a homicide. (But nothing
bitch) Interject and my birdies fly (I got wings bitch)
I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances
There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian
If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy
To all my punk rockers «oi oi.» Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys
So speak with some poise
We some Warriors
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know
Let em know, we were here
We were here
Speak with some poise, eat with the boys, destroy demons or demons destroy
This cure in my throat, has lured in the boats, siren song is not pure,
no singing of hope
There’s no more time, oh, no tick tock
We coming through with that stick talk
Turning your granny smith to a candy apple. Turn up. We smoking that strong
like Randy Savage. We don’t drive by, we hop out and say «what up?
«Actors act, but we take the scenes and make cuts
I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances
There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian
If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is
And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors
Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy
To all my punk rockers «oi oi.» Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys
So speak with some poise
We some Warriors
Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know
Let em know, we were here
We were here
Dude, I’m good with one O, no typos, rough sex to dubstep; this is the new
bible. Jammin' on the sauce, toasting on the sauce, dab on the cross,
dab on the cross
We come in to your house dicks out
All thanks to your mouth, dicks out
I got something for these clowns, dicks out
I got something for their mouths, dicks out
I got 40 fucking rounds, dicks out
I got your ticket to the ground, dicks out
Speak with some poise. we some warriors