GBH - Hit The Deck lyrics
[GBH - Hit The Deck lyrics]
The sun is out, shades are on
But the gig still can't be found
As we gaze out of the window
See fields and barns float up
A psycho in a beat up Chevy
Got us in his evil eye
Hit the deck, hit the deck
The gun I fear, not the redneck
He tried to run us off the road
'cos we broke his law
It's hard to say what gun he had
I was lying on the floor
Terror reigned, no need to panic
Whizz Pig's at the wheel!
Stops the van in front of him
Goes and strikes a deal
I'm just a poor boy, a long way from home
Don't wanna' die here, I'm all alone
If I ever get out of this place
Get out of this jam go home and die on
The sanctuary of Birmingham
This crazy with a baseball cap
Has been working in a foreign land
Learned to live in the jungle
Learned to kill with his bare hands
Bringing his skills back to civilisation
Running to the police
Mister I abhor your kind
An' I ain't no goddam freak!