Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried ’Tis my curse I suppose That was patrol That was patrol This is the war
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock Smote the mistress, drifting on ’Tis a pity she was a whore She stole my purse, with rattling speed That was patrol This is the war ’Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried ’Tis my curse I suppose That was patrol That was patrol This is the war
