Nazi Rodeo
by Some Girls· from The DNA Will Have It's Say
Corner-sitting in a club that I'm sure to love.
All for a better view of the very few things in life that I am already sure of
(the things I love).
And I go,
"Hands caressing the skin they're dying to get in."
Even the winner's lose.
You know the trigger to pull your weight;
to give me headache.
So dance,
talk shit,
and throw your goddamn guns in the air.