He's a smalltown rebel, one of the few true fighter souls. A concreat devil, always kicking and out of control. Raised in the ruins of a broken home,
Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when, me and my boys are synchronized. Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain, telling me
More bombs, more cities, more burning bodies for the cause. Retribution tanks machine guns U.S.A. Looking out for number 1, number 1, number 1. Massdestrucion
on solid ground. All i need is my loyal, my loyal companions six strings and the explosive sound. I'm a sucker for the kicks, I've got a thirst for the
ways. In the end, my dear friend. Memories remain. Whatever happened to the will and to the message? Your second home, your love for the microphone.
She said I need you to be my anchor and friend, OK I said and I dropped my guard. Just like a washed out trend, She had me for a while then threw away