With his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed
He felt the cut of a sword
And he flew away, yeah, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
Throw your ass, mother fuckin' fascists
How you be running in the day?
Now you're gonna feel how
How to feel to be running, when you can't get away
He felt the cut of a sword
And he flew away, yeah, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
Well he was down on his luck
Put his bag in the back of his black Cadillac Coupe DeVille
He had a meeting at the crossroad
But he didn't know that his soul was about to get killed
He felt the cut of a sword
Then he flew away, yeah, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back, yeah
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay
I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back to stay