Lyrics:
Wild west
My spurs can rip your back for pain or pleasure
Wild west
I've worn these boots since I was seventeen
Wild west
I screw the bank for
wear big ropes in clusters
And I execute, never wore a sexy suit
I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots
A rare fashion with the gangster touch
These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are going to walk all over you, walk all over you
than you.
And I have become such an ungrateful man -
Just to steal those words you whispered out,
And I snickered in between.
The check point, the boot
[Boots]
Now if ya gettin' in my car don't sit down right away
Cause my passenger seat tilts sideaways
And don't even try to lean the shit back
of a car
be be be baby i could be your superstar
and we could boot champagne and snort caviar
s s s stick with me honey and you'll go far
as we watch
everybody want to dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody want to talk too much
But all I want is you
Look at your
bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners til the end
From the heart of where it all started
Bucktown, Boot Camp representin' for all the dearly
search of truth
And some pointy boots, and maybe a few snack crackers.
baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel.
walk!
Who's in charge here?
to all original criminals, the ill political,
And all boot camp generals.
I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step
And you'll regret
to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque flakes
contesting, contesting 1,2,3
never shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup
the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks
business
So when dick riders slide around, I dismiss shit
And get wit, Boot Camp Clik, how we flip shit
On the regular, forever stay on our own dick
Oh my boots they shine
And my bowler looks fine
Take some time and care
Take a look at my hair
We hit the dance hall
So smart and so chic
I
we're gonna rumble tonight
I'll wear my low heeled boots you'll wear your taffeta gown
And if we're heading for the bottom we'll go laughing all the way
CHORUS:
Oh, how I love her, Little Liza Jane
Oh, how I love her, Little Liza Jane
Black my boots, and make 'em shine, Goodbye, oh Goodbye
Black my
came up this people smell his boots
Because he still couldn't stop the hills talking
The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And the scattering light
I've got my Armageddon boots,
brown shades and brand new leather suit
Blue lining, blue lining, blue lining
white trench coat
I sue my own
Shiva canny boots and lipstick the get go
Potion in the eyes that lays off the old routine
Messing in the fall the eve games it could throw
See them
Most revealing, most expensive and to boot (Most revealing, most expensive)
(Most arresting) Most arresting
(Most heartstopping) Most heartstopping
Most revealing, most expensive and to boot (Most revealing, most expensive)
(Most arresting) Most arresting
(Most heartstopping) Most heartstopping
a fact
Single threat to our world
An economy of death where everybody burns
Wave the flag
Soaked in rage
Vicious packs
Fueled by hate
Boots parade
the dirt
Quieted, quieted by a boot's heel
Mother and child, mother and child
999 more bullets from the crowd
Mary Turner, Mary Turner
Buried where
Ist da draußen kein Licht?
Wolken nehmen dir die Sicht
Auch im Regen
Auch im Regen
Siehst du mich
Wenn dein Boot untergeht
Und du gar nichts mehr
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