Screeching Weasel - Six Ways To Sunday lyrics

[Screeching Weasel - Six Ways To Sunday lyrics]

Can’t think can’t see
Can’t run they’ve got a bead on me
I’m done

Can’t talk can’t hear
White hot backed in a corner with
No shot i’m fucked
Six ways to Sunday now undone

I’m unguarded and bombarded
With the lights and the stereo panic
Surrounded i’m thinking burn it down
Burn it all down i’m thinking burn it down
Burn it all down

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