Bite The Bullet

Artists : Cult, The : Bite The Bullet

Oh kick out the dead heads
I'm bored with them
Make them bite on the bullet
Burning up in hell

Oh here come the trash lords
They're coming on fast
Better run from the city
This may be your last

The captain pulled the trigger
Metaphysical pistol
That he held to his head
While the right wing boogies on and on

With your stiff upper lip
And your fine red clothes
I watched the rocket ship exploding
And i fell to my bones
Oh here come the trash lords
Oh yeah, La la la la la
Lalalalalala, yeah

To the Metaphysapistol
Goes to his head

You better bite on the bullet
With your stiff upper lip
Its so final, baby,
You know you don't exist

Oh here come the trash lords
Coming on fast
You better bite on the bullet
This could be your last breath

That the world holds to his head

Metaphysical pistol, burn out cycle
That the world holds to his head

Oh holds to his head

And the killer rocks on
And the killer rocks on

Oh the killer rocking on
And the killer rocking on

Right wing boogies on
Take a little trip out of your head
Take a little time
Take a little shine
Don't you give it up
And the right wing boogies on
Right wing boogies on
You just shine on through
Right wing boogies on
And it never should
Right wing boogies on
And you better get hip
Here come the trash lords
And you hear click