Rumble Fishers - U.S. Bombs

Guitar sounds, the drums splash

Our bowl is hot like a sauna

We’ve looked around the playgrounds

Its sucker fish and pirahnas

Stuck in a tank Lost in Space

Tracks of the train going nowhere

We must repeat repeat after me

We’re in a tank going know where

This is a stage poke me with a stick

Kick me til i’m dead at least verbally

Yer the enemy, yer just inbetween

A living mistake Identity

The tank we swim in gets smaller

And smaller!

a school of sharks

All about the dollar size in you up

Size in you out !

It’s dirty pool

A School No rules we’re comin up

Lets get em out we’re breaking out

From all the fools and threw the ranks