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Marauders - Rumble on the Rocks lyrics
Big shot baby boys wind up tight, mall talk cocktail Friday night toking on and smokin' like stick of dynamite. Got a feeling this ain't right. Some get edgy, some get mad. Some don't like it, that's too damn bad. Everybody's jumpy from the shots they had, You can bet there's gonna be a fight. A lunatic fringe on a drinking binge, Everybody gotta choose a side. See their smiles turn to a cringe, just like Jekyll and Hyde, Save your soul and lose your mind. Takes of like a rocket, ain't no way to stop it. One of these nights, you're gonna wind up in a box. Causing trouble like you knew they would, It ain't doing anybody no damn good Tonight's drink special is a Rumble on the Rocks. There's going to be a brawl tonight in the bar room. Fists gonna fly when you cross the line, You try to break it up and it's a waste of time, Some people don't got no reason or rhyme, Let the punishment fit the crime. Busted bottles, broken bones, Misplaced pride, stupid clones. Don't make any sense, it's a dead end road, You'll get nowhere every time. A lunatic fringe on a drinking binge, Everybody gotta choose a side. See their smiles turn to a cringe, just like Jekyll and Hyde, Find your crutch and lose your mind. Takes off like a rocket, ain't no way to stop it. One of these nights, you're gonna wind up in a box. Causing trouble like you knew they would, It ain't doing anyone no damn good. You better get ready for a rumble on the rocks. Rumble on the Rocks! Big shot baby boys wind up tight, Mall talk cocktail Friday night. Tokin' on and smokin' on a stick of dynamite, Gotta feeling this ain't right. Some get edgy, some get mad. Some don't like it, that's too damn bad. Everybody's jumpy from the shots they had, you can bet there's going to be a fight. A lunatic fringe on a drinking binge, Everybody gotta choose a side. See their smiles turn to a cringe, just like Jekyll and Hyde, Save your soul and lose your mind. Takes off like a rocket, ain't no way to stop it. One of these nights, I'm gonna wind up in a box. Causing trouble like I knew they would, It ain't doing anyone no damn good. You better get ready for a rumble on the rocks. Rumble on the Rocks! |
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