The Bash

Get Fighted or get in a fight with them like a true thunder son
 You've got style and hope and that fucking scares them all
 Copenhagen death threat
 Mr. Reaper is on the rise
 Mr. big shot tonight the stars revolve!
 Some say we're like a dead man's dream
 In a cold and mean, mean town
 Don't you drown, my son, don't you drown from me
 All you want is not the way I used to think
 When we fall again just like a missing plan
 You strike back, back at them like a true southern boy
 You've got a heart of gold and a will they can't destroy
 Copenhagen death threat
 Mr. Reaper is on the rise
 He's got your dirty lady
 My denim is tight so you better watch out
 I've got a bone to pick with a son of a gun
 So you better come out
 Mr. big shot you always party this hard
 All you want is not the way I used to think
 When we fall again just like a missing plan
 Know we always fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Fight fair
 Mr. big shot
 I'll show you what you got
 All you want is not the way I used to think (I used to think)
 When we fall again just like a missing plan (the missing plan)
 All you want is not the way I used to think
 When we fall again just like your missing plan