U.S. Bombs
"Rumble Fishers"

Guitar sounds, the drums splash

Our bowl is hot like a sauna

We've looked around the playgrounds

It's sucker fish and Piranhas

Stuck in a tank Lost in Space

Tracks of the train going nowhere

We must repeat, repeat after me

We?re in a tank going know where

This is a stage poke me with a stick

Kick me 'til I?m dead at least verbally

Yer the enemy, yer just in between

A living mistake Identity

The tank we swim in gets smaller

And smaller!

A school of sharks

All about the dollar size in you up

Size in you out!

It?s dirty pool, a School No rules

We?re comin' up, let's get 'em out, we?re breaking out

From all the fools and threw the ranks