Rain Ammunition - Pavement

Rain ammunition

The foreign prey

Winter is rapt

And it’s a cold, bitter trap

Ride away

Lose the virgin tribe (yeah)

Lady, you’re the Fort Ham of your dress

No one will lay it, and no one will say it

Kids are like a wild, deery game

Tough shank legs will never be the same (wah!)

Fashion

Pass…

Passion

There’s a troop

He’s not plural, he’s

Dropped off by a desert shack

Shandy Town, look at your lime sparks

Under the tree

She falls like a leaf

(flutter…)

Stay on the primal scream track

Rave up your fortune

The miners will help you get back (back, back, back)

What they took away in '82

La-bor

Labor

There’s a labor

Shop

Shop

Shop

Shoppin'

Evil shoppin'

Yeah, you, you’re shoppin'!

(scream)

Whoa whoa whoa…