Bomb Squad
Let's wear upturned collars.
Get dressed up in the out of style style.
We sling on that trap set,
The power of two guitars.
And where's my bomb squad now?
That I'm so lost without.
Look around this place
(not in your face)
(with a prowess)
And wavering voice
(not opposing it)
The hour of two guitars.
Some pissed off punks, that's not the point,
let's blow this joint
And found the flounder boy.
