Armored Saint - Bandit Country lyrics

I don't think that we'll last as burns But as brigands we can give it a try Trudging through life's distraction Here's to some mud in your eyes Meander in a three dimensional world In a salad bowl of racial genes She's knitting my doom with a hook for a hand And a smirk that's so pristine Dirt thick as cake batter Covering wounds and skin Mother Mary our common thread And next of kin Wake up quick Wake up sick Bandit bandit On easy street A prude beneath my rapist fur Sweet as a bag of splendor Quite at home in bandit country Always told smug aren't ya To strangers I'm adored to ignored From pity to pure disgust We lay in pollute this makeshift bed But we never ever ride the bus Fierce like a badger Snapping from a case of rabies The launching pad to deliver this load Is all I see Wake up quick Wake up sick Bandit bandit King of the street MIA is my partner in crime She doesn't feel safe from herself It's a beautiful twosome that we male As we fold another hand we've been dealt Scum of the nation Scattered and poor Calls of support are muted But never premature Wake up quick Wake up sick Bandit bandit Ain't easy Bandit bandit Someone king me Bandit bandit Bandit bandit Bandit of the street