Virtual Album--WACO
Posted: April 21st, 2005, 11:21 pm
Latest tune in LR's virtual album
two hours per tune
one mic, no net
listen here
http://www.studioeight.tv/musicpost/WACO.mp3
lyrics:
WACO (We Ain't Comin' Out)
dedicated to David Koresh
Whacko Waco
We ain't comin' out
Not until we hear the angels shout
The Book of Revelation
Will tell you what it's all about
The end is near
and we're in here and
We Ain't Comin' Out.
ii
I go seven seals
I got seven guns
I got seven wives
And they've got seven sons
I'm an angel with an Uzi
Savior of the World
Gonna sit in my Jacuzzi
Mess around with little girls
iii
Little girl
now don't you be afraid
Gonna show you how a martyr's made
Got an Abrams on my doorstep
But you know that ain't no clout
Gonna sit right here on my god rocket
We Ain't Comin' Out
iv
A voice from heaven
Via microwave
TV cameras
And a soul to save
Ya gotta hand full of gimmie
And a mouth full of much oblige
If you're not gettin' any
Are you tellin' lies?
v
All is Pride
All is Vanity
Sweet thirteen
You're gonna marry me
And the ATF and the FBI
Don't know what it's all about
Your sweet lips
And the Apocalypse
We Ain't Comin' Out
two hours per tune
one mic, no net
listen here
http://www.studioeight.tv/musicpost/WACO.mp3
lyrics:
WACO (We Ain't Comin' Out)
dedicated to David Koresh
Whacko Waco
We ain't comin' out
Not until we hear the angels shout
The Book of Revelation
Will tell you what it's all about
The end is near
and we're in here and
We Ain't Comin' Out.
ii
I go seven seals
I got seven guns
I got seven wives
And they've got seven sons
I'm an angel with an Uzi
Savior of the World
Gonna sit in my Jacuzzi
Mess around with little girls
iii
Little girl
now don't you be afraid
Gonna show you how a martyr's made
Got an Abrams on my doorstep
But you know that ain't no clout
Gonna sit right here on my god rocket
We Ain't Comin' Out
iv
A voice from heaven
Via microwave
TV cameras
And a soul to save
Ya gotta hand full of gimmie
And a mouth full of much oblige
If you're not gettin' any
Are you tellin' lies?
v
All is Pride
All is Vanity
Sweet thirteen
You're gonna marry me
And the ATF and the FBI
Don't know what it's all about
Your sweet lips
And the Apocalypse
We Ain't Comin' Out