Bring Me The Head Of Paul Mccartney On Heather Mill's Wooden Peg (dropping Bombs On The White House) Lyrics

Oh man it's dropping out of heaven and it's bringing the word
The wicked f*cking sound that you never have heard

I'll tell you all about it cause it's spoken to me
It damn near took my life and kicked the shit out of me, you see?

Now it walks with my soul and it lives with my mind
And it's got a big gun and it's hunting mankind

Shiny leather boots and a big set of wings
Many f*cking presents for the children it brings

Flying through the heavens and it's made out of stars
It's walking on fire to the place that you are Here it comes

So grab your silver bullets and sharpen your stakes
And lock your f*cking doors for Jesus sakes

Because it's reading your mind and it's ruined this land
And it's speaking in German and things you don't understand

While it's f*cking your girlfriend and it's flying in space
And it's putting you to shame as it spits in your face

Then it flies back to Heaven and it sleeps with the stars
And it's eating up planets and it's playing guitar

In fact it's playing right now

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