The Cult - Bite On The Bullet lyrics

Kick out the dead heads and burn with them Make them bit on the bullet I'm burning in the hell Here come the crash lords coming up fast Better run from the city this may be your last The captain pulls the trigger a metaphysical pistol That he held to the tramp while the rep he boogies on and on With your stiff upper lip and your fine grey clothes I watch your rocket ship exploding and I fell through my phone And they trash their hearts So the metaphysical pistol Oh two is here You better bite on the bullet with your stiff upper lip It's a burning baby you know you don't exist Here come the crash lords coming up fast You better bite on the bullet this could be your last breath And he falls to his d**h Metaphysical pistol play that trigger That the world holds to his head Holds to his head And the k**er rocks on And the k**er rocks on And the k**er rocking on And the k**er rocking on ????? Goes on ????? Tramp I love your hair Take a little time Take a little shine Don't you beat it up And a ruffin boogies on Ruffin boogies on to the sound of groove Ruffin boogies on and an ????????? Too Ruffin boogies on and you better get heavy Here comes the you better live ????