Timid Tiger - Golden Arm lyrics

He is called the rocker I am called the king He's got the best of Soul Olymic Games I used to call him A counterfeit He's like a rocket He is docking on He stole my car, my girl My guns, my band The dance moves and minutes My madness oh goodness My madness he stole it.... Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh** He is wearin shot guns Awakes with gin Then he gets drunk and They still love him He's like a Jesus Feels like a God And no one knows that He locked me up He stole my car, my girl My guns, my band The dance moves and minutes My madness oh goodness My madness he stole it My golden Arm... Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh** He's called the rocker I'm called the king He's got the gold chains I've got the rings I used to love him He tripped on me I am the real deal Come set me free Rock the sh** come on, take your guns come on rock tha sh** while i am sittin in the basement. rock tha sh** come on, take your guns come on rock the sh** rock the sh**