GBH - Punk Rock Ambulance lyrics

GO!

Residing pack of goods, smoking nighty-nine
Were having laughs, and the time of our life
To mock the hell yea, life on the road
I'll fucking blow your hands off
Before the first show

Punk Rock Ambulance! get me down
Punk Rock Ambulance! we start to frown
Punk Rock Ambulance! get him up quick
Punk Rock Ambulance! the colonies sick
Give him a brake, the terry struck
Where the spector spit's
Burning pots n'pans up on the grass
In New York City
Where the stewarts can kiss my ass
And now were off to, mainward to south
And now were soon to become
And let the four drive

Punk Rock Ambulance! get me down
Punk Rock Ambulance! we start to frown
Punk Rock Ambulance! get him up quick
Punk Rock Ambulance! the colonies sick
Give him a brake, the bones have struck
Where the spector spit's

And when we joined them
And followed punks and skins
She died and really no1's wrong or even came
We got no gas, I couldn't get much higher
The dangers raise and someones
Taring down the fire!

Punk Rock Ambulance! get me down
Punk Rock Ambulance! we start to frown
Punk Rock Ambulance! get him up quick
Punk Rock Ambulance! the colonies sick
Give him a brake, the terry struck
Where the spector spit's

West coast, were following mrs sun
I'm not upset
It's time we have some fucking fun
Hollywood mister do a little break
You better lay off i couldn't fucking wait

But here take this, everything was big
A fucking drive, and a fucking keg
Your world sucks, bloods suck too
And if it ain't fun
Just give them one the boot

Before we knew it, it was over fast
And New York City, was frozen by the blast
They say they'll take away the cap of GBH
The last time, their nothing left to say BUT!

Punk Rock Ambulance! get me down
Punk Rock Ambulance! we start to frown
Punk Rock Ambulance! get him up quick
Punk Rock Ambulance! the colonies sick
Give him a brake, the terry struck
Where the spector spit's

(No pepperoni for russ)