Lyrics:
Talking bout your mom
She's a whore bitch guttor slut
Likes to shove me up her butt
Drives a pickle wearing combat
Boots while farting, she'll
There are teddy bears and high school rings
And old photographs that mamas bring
That daddies with their young boys, playing ball.
There's combat
in a dark green suit
Size eleven combat boots
He can run and he can shoot
He's got a gun, it goes root-toot-toot
Here's comes a jet with a tail
Oh you are a restless one
You got your combat boots on
And you're loving this confusion
Oh you are a little tease
But you sure know how to please
You
Mercedes Benz
And combat boots
Junk food
In brand new alligator shoes
Here comes baby jet
In her brand new red-hot pink Humvee
Full of party
with his battle scars
He stopped off the plane in his combat boots
And he saluted the red, the white and blue
And the whole town cheered
And his mama
I'll run a country mile
Dope hat combat boots I'm comin'
Cutie pies
Yo I know En Vogue will love me
'Cause I`m too fly
I'll do my jerkin' dance
in the combat boots
You may not see them again
I showed them a quick but a painful end
I know where you live
I know where you hide
I know what
Combat Boots and the Voguing Boots
Combat Boots and the Voguing Boots
Combat Boots and the Voguing Boots
cnd the Voguing Boots
cnd the Voguing
like the one you hide from
Your combat boots are marching home now
Combat boots are marching home now
Combat boots are marching home now
Silent, silent,
She was cute but not too cute,
An average girl in combat boots.
She photographed the punk rock bands that came through town.
Another time,
Pamela Pamela Pamela
Standing there in your combat Boots taking pictures of eggs in loaf's hair
Pamela Pamela Pamela
With your coffee brown hair
This is one for the hooligans
With shaved heads and tattooed skin
Circle pits and combat boots
The crazy motherfuckers born to lose
This is one for
on a fifties sound.
They're wearing bomber flights and combat boots,
Skater pants and sixties suits.
In a lifestyle that's hard to refute,
It's a modern
Lost in a sea of combat boots
Flush the bouncers with wasted youth
When did punk rock become so safe?
When did the scene become a joke?
The kids
Lost in a sea of combat boots
Flush the bouncers with wasted youth
When did punk rock become so safe?
When did the scene become a joke?
The kids
to shove me up her butt
Drives a pickle, wearing combat boots
While farting, she'll pick me up
And give me a ride and drop
Me in front of the show
Oh no,
Getting dressed for a date
Put on blue aftershave
Wore a kilt like a Celt
Hid the way that I felt
Combat boots, falling leaves
West village
on a mountain, running wild with no states
Playing nights on the glory horse shoe
And Indian raids
Now it's parachutes and combat boots
They camouflaged
"Ah, fuckshit!"
I’m afraid that I’m never afraid
I’ve got combat boots and I’m American made
For your eyes girl
Mormon lover on a delicate day
Oh no no no
I thought I was over you
Stomped me down in them combat boots
Off of Melrose and Rosewood too
Oh no no no
I thought I was over you
Turns
Combat boots and a scratched up record
Signed by the hero of long ago
A pair of vans and some torn up blue jeans
This is his world, that's what he
I got that juice
Noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots grind your head to the cadence of this dreath
Stompin mu sick as fuck contagion
of girl that's on my scene Some got hair in pink and blue Pierced nipples and rock tattoos Combat boots that stomp the ground Our scene girls they wear
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