I can't walk, and I don't talk, and I can't see a thing
Over the balcony and into the chair, I didn't see a thing
And the boys are all exhausted down to the last man
Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
Bouncing banjoes overhead scratching round and round
Hot and nervous, heavenbound, scratching round and round
I'm a good boy, she's a bad boy, always safe and sound
She'll twist and pain with time to gain
Her feet won't touch the ground
Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
Hollow cheers and yellow jeers, just something to be proud of
Babes in bottles feeding dolls, that's something to be proud of
Don't sit awkward, don't dare slouch
Don't walk around with your hand in your mouth
Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
Power of a gun, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
Jokers and smokers, and all night caine-cokers
Street fighters see-sighters day
It's a national crime just to hear the clock chime
In the absence of father and all his friends
I'll use and I'll lose, and I'll often abuse
And I'll talk with you all night and day
But I can't understand with these holes in your hands
You talk the same way I always do
Whites too smart to write on walls walking down blacks lane
Eerie-po and Irie-ho playing little games
I'm blade and grey and away today, driving hard and thrust
I'm not looking for a year, I'm feeling just the same
Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
Power of a gun, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
Come and see me later, only if you can
Don't you tell your mama for she'll catch you if she can
Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
I'm blade and grey and away today, running round and round
He's burning peel and stallion steel
his feet don't touch the ground
Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
Fall with a bangwith the quick gas gang
Power of a gun, fall with a bang
Fall with a bang, with the quick gas gang
Drink to old gunpowder and fall with a bang
Fleet and farm, how can I harm with my lead-flow charm?
I'm a national outbreak, I'm the scandalous poet
With a gasoline habit for you
Speak to me talk to me, please don't ignore
It may never happen this way again
Jokers and smokers and all night caine-cokers
bishops and bankrobbers play
Speak to me, talk to me, please don't ignore me
It may never happen this way again
I'll use and I'll lose, and I'll often abuse
And I'll talk with you all night and day
Speak to me, talk to me, please don't ignore me
It may never happen this way again