The Red Barons - Shelly
Amplifiers making noises that piss off the neighborsI never eat my steak without green beans and mashed potaters
Chronic fumes inhaled for my inspiration
And I jam every day cause it's my meditation
Since tomorrow may be the death of me
Allow my prisoner spirit to be free
And outside the grips of mortal hands
Around a ring of flames I'll dance
A six string to hold me up and keep me alive
I don't wanna be stuck to a desk working nine to five
Let me warm up my vocal chords before the two three fours
Cause ya don't get to have no fun until you do your chores
Since tomorrow may be the death of me
Allow my prisoner spirit to be free
And outside the grips of mortal hands
Around a ring of flames I'll dance
Since tomorrow may be the death of me
Allow my prisoner spirit to be free
And outside the grips of mortal hands
Around a ring of flames I'll dance
Written by:
Robert Gilroy
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