Bottle Rocket

We shot off bottle rockets We burned the bush to the ground A shock to my eye sockets Let the ashes swim around Stealth we hide in mud You stole the persian rug My glasses smashed your fist We fought you knuckle heads The flat top va racket For an agent orange red I'll board that flight today An eight dollar tank hooray The tsa gave me trouble That's why I got a gun The groping and the raping A terror on the run A skull can come undone My brains blown to the sun I'm a carbon copy killer For whatever the excuse I'll trim the fat off heaven For whatever it is worth And if it means you and I I guess we both will die