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Just a little out of nowhere in the middle of the night My head on loose and shoes on tight Anticipations burning Just a little further yet I want to breathe fire and be soaking wet Got a message from a master that I couldn't learn in school He said son if you want to run cool Got a message from a master that I couldn't learn in school He said son if you want to run cool, you must run on heavy fuel Ignorance is bliss to all those hiding in their homes So I slash tires, light the fires, always cast the first stone Good times are flying by I take as much as I can get Nothing better out there that I've seen yet We eat punk rock for breakfast Your place or mine Make bread from bones Devour clones Wash them down with bloody wine We eat metal for breakfast My place or yours Destroy with ease your ill disease but save your leg to kick down doors Letras de cancionesCan I write this song before the coffee's all gone Brewing in the back, coaxing me along Percolate perception Feel my veins outstretchin' Now that we warmed up bring on the cold ones Try and relax, eyes fall out of focus All the adrenaline, surprised I noticed Terminal velocity Rolling thunder Think fast, go faster, don't look back Days Of Plunder Days Of Plunder (Thanks to zibby73 for these lyrics) From Letras Mania