Battlestations Lyrics

Battlestations on the go again,
He's found his wallet in his hand
Battlestations taking hold again,
And she's consumed with what's been said

And ooohhh
Tell me why he's tripping over sex again
And ooohhh
Tell me why he's doing this again

And battlestations on the go again,
And he's too consumed with what's been said
And he's sent a letter to the pope again,
He's said his noggin is made of lead

And ooohhh
And tell me why he's never coming home again, again
And ooohhh
And tell me why he's tripping over sex again,
And ooohhh And Jaqueline is coming on the phone again, again
And ooohhh
He wanted many more but he got f*cked instead and so

For a time we tried to contact them by radio, but no
response.
But then they attacked a town
A small town, I'll admit, but nevertheless a town of
people
People who died.

I dont feel like playing this song again,
The sample sounds like shit and,
And I dont want to hear it again
'Cause I dont feel like playing this song again, again
And you know the sample sounds like shit and I don't
want to hear it again!

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