10 acessos
My Colt .45, I keep it at my side (in case things look funny).I'm not the type of dude you want to step up to (I'll have you running ugly).
So kick up a row with TWO FISTS, it's like this, I'm a bad bad man.You better run away, or there'll be hell to pay. (repeat 1x)
Hail to the chief of rock and soul, 'cause I'm on a horse and halfway to hell.Banging bars with the boys next door, so let's have a little who-hit-John.Settle down or I'll set you down, by kicking your teeth in the dirt.And you should feel ashamed baby boy.
2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, and I can smell fear in you… 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, these 2 fists!
I smell it in you.Face up, obey the road.I taste it in you, put the gun in your mouth.I won't settle for less, so keep this in mind.Here's to all the non-believers.You can't wear this belt, you won't fit in my boots, you ain't FUCKIN' country.
So kick up a row with TWO FISTS, it's like this, I'm a bad bad man.You better run away, or there'll be hell to pay. (repeat 1x)
Hail to the chief of rock and soul, 'cause I'm on a horse and halfway to hell.Banging bars with the boys next door, so let's have a little who-hit-John.Settle down or I'll set you down, by kicking your teeth in the dirt.And you should feel ashamed baby boy.
2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, and I can smell fear in you… 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, these 2 fists! I smell it in you.Face up, obey the road.I taste it in you, put the gun in your mouth.