Letra de The Bash

Get Fighted or get in a fight with them like a true thunder son
You've got style and hope and that fucking scares them all

Copenhagen death threat, Mr. Reaper is on the rise
Mr. Big Shot, tonight the stars revolve!
Some say we're like a dead mans dream in a cold an mean, mean town
Don't you drown, my son, dont you drown from me...

All you want is not the way i used to think
When we fall again just like the missing ink

You strike back, back at them like a true southern boy
You've got a heart of gold and a will they can't destroy

Copenhagen death threat, Mr. Reaper is on the rise
He's got your dirty lady my denim is tight so you better watch out
I've got a bone to pick with a son of a gun so you better come out
Mr. Big Shot you always party this hard

All you want is not the way i used to think
When we fall again just like the missing plan

You know we always Fight Fair

Mr. Big Shot, i'll show you what you got

All you want is not the way i used to think
When we fall again just like the missing plan