Good days are gone
Not coming back
Warning my song
'cause we're under attack
I guess I must of missed that memo
But tell me something that I don't know
'cause when you talk
You sound like a broken radio
Spiting out your modus operandi M.O.
One of these days
I'm gonna get this thing to work
Bounce up and down
Like some electronic jerk
One of these days
I'm gonna find something something to do
But just look out
'cause this music's gonna kill you
One of these days
I'm gonna fill this keg with powder
Turn it up turn it up
I wish this song was louder
I wish this song was louder
Here come the people
Look in their eye
They here today
But tomorrow they die
You think you're so hot
And you're just getting colder
You ain't no friend of mine
My friends are robot soldiers
One of these days
I'm gonna put you in my pocket
One of these days
I'm gonna let you ride the rubber rocket
One of these days
I'm gonna find something something to do
But just look out
'cause this music's gonna kill you
One of these days
I'm gonna fill this keg with powder
Turn it up turn it up
I wish this song was louder
I wish this song was louder
Sent a man in a suit to Washington
To hear him lie
We sent a man in a rocketship to the moon
To watch him die
Die
I need the cocaine
(I wish this song was louder)
To stay up late
To write the music
(I wish this song was louder)
To make the money
To buy the cocaine
(I wish this song was louder)
To stay up late
To write the music
(I wish this song was louder)
To make the money
To buy the cocaine
(I wish this song was louder)
To stay up late
To write the music
(I wish this song was louder)
To make the money
To buy the cocaine
(I wish this song was louder)
To stay up late
To write the music
(I wish this song was louder)
To make the money