Warriors - Dropping A Popped Locket

I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances

There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian

If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is

And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors

Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy

To all my punk rockers «oi oi.»

Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys

So speak with some poise

We some Warriors

Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know

Let em know, we were here

We were here

We’ve been more than down and this sort of town… it’s not like home,

it’s silent and I miss the sound.

Fatal if swallowed, the hole in my throat

has been hallowed.

But at five o’clock they take me to the gallows hole.

Same bag of bones, a new soul inside.

No vagabonds.

Grind plates gonna grind,

but accepted that the home has died.

I expected a homicide.

(But nothing

bitch) Interject and my birdies fly (I got wings bitch)

I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances

There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian

If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is

And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors

Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy

To all my punk rockers «oi oi.»

Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys

So speak with some poise

We some Warriors

Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know

Let em know, we were here

We were here

Speak with some poise, eat with the boys, destroy demons or demons destroy

This cure in my throat, has lured in the boats, siren song is not pure,

no singing of hope

There’s no more time, oh, no tick tock

We coming through with that stick talk

Turning your granny smith to a candy apple.

Turn up.

We smoking that strong

like Randy Savage.

We don’t drive by, we hop out and say «what up?

«Actors act, but we take the scenes and make cuts

I’ve been to the opera, I’ve seen performances

There ain’t going back to then, there’s no Delorian

If you opened up a book, you’d know what the story is

And now we muscle on through like we the Warriors

Fuck all the noise, they stay made of plastic, our passion’s alloy

To all my punk rockers «oi oi.»

Dicks out, we ain’t holding no toys

So speak with some poise

We some Warriors

Let em, let em, let em, let em, let em know

Let em know, we were here

We were here

Dude, I’m good with one O, no typos, rough sex to dubstep;

this is the new

bible.

Jammin' on the sauce, toasting on the sauce, dab on the cross,

dab on the cross

We come in to your house dicks out

All thanks to your mouth, dicks out

I got something for these clowns, dicks out

I got something for their mouths, dicks out

I got 40 fucking rounds, dicks out

I got your ticket to the ground, dicks out

Speak with some poise.

we some warriors