Working Class Skumbags - Dēmo

Rock em from the roof tops
Tapping with their feet
Finger on the trigger
Drop em in the street
Demos got a gun
And hes not afraid to use it
Hes got a love for war
And you know hell never lost it
Demos got babies that are afraid he wont come home
Hes got a love for war
You know hes not alone
Pile of empty casings
Smell of acrid smoke
A breeze blows across his face
Reminding him of home
Demos got a gun
And hes not afraid to use it
Hes got a love for war
And you know hell never lost it
Demos got babies that are afraid he wont come home
Hes got a love for war
You know hes not alone
If wars not your thing
You ain't got much longer
That which doesnt kill you
Will only make you stronger
Demos got a gun
And hes not afraid to use it
Hes got a love for war
And you know hell never lost it
Demos got babies that are afraid he wont come home
Hes got a love for war
You know hes not alone

Written by:
Adam Olea, Robert Weaver

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