Butterglory - Waiting On The Guns lyrics

Load up the teamsters And all the others We'll leave the rest behind Come every Friday In single county Take number one through town Burnt gra** for that lane Here comes the starter We've gotta beg still, too Measure the big jump Tripping the hurdles, 75 yard dash Waiting on the guns Waiting on the guns Waiting on the guns Take out the slow ones Put in the new ones We know the best girls win Hold tight the anchor And three fast others Stagger the first to go Tin frame with tooth pick Grasp on to duct tape The ribbons there to take Round out the corner Crash through the losers We'll take the trophy home Waiting on the guns Waiting on the guns Waiting on the guns