Go!
There is no regular Joe
I want to see your mind blow
Airsick from flights of imagination
Land yours
Land mine
Kick it to trigger the detonation
Crash land
Heartland
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your left hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your right hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
Trojan Hearse - Aspects of the Downhill Slide Lyrics
Trojan Hearse - Aspects of the Downhill Slide Lyrics
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Go!
There is no regular Joe
I want to see your mind blow
Airsick from flights of imagination
Land yours
Land mine
Kick it to trigger the detonation
Crash land
Heartland
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your left hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your right hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
There is no regular Joe
I want to see your mind blow
Airsick from flights of imagination
Land yours
Land mine
Kick it to trigger the detonation
Crash land
Heartland
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your left hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
Buried in the brain of a bloodhound
Talk about a steak being rare
Let me take a look at your right hand
Nothing like a fist to repair
Rolling on the grave of the last kill
Gravity will grope for you there
Wasn't that a hand on your ankle?
Time to go to ground or to take to the air
Writer: Rob Jenkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid