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.
