Armed for Apocalypse The Starting Line Is a Trip Wire Lyrics Armed For Apocalypse lyrics

I've got a big problem
with shitting where you eat,
cause it trickles down
& it flows through the streets
like a slave ship
on the way to a sermon
by a clenched fist
with a mouth for a weapon

Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
It's hard to live when the
wine is blood
& the love isn't free
all the meat is spolied
& the goal is the disease
not the cure
the starting line is a trip wire

Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
get it right

the last time
everyone is very impressed
we are very impressed!

everyone is very impressed

good job
I've got a big problem
with fighting for defeat
cause it crashes down
& it tears through the streets
like a wrecking ball
leaving broken foundations
where shattered minds
can build new devastation

Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
Oh!
I'm not giving you my A game
( A game )

it's the same thing
in so many different ways
I've got so little to lose..
& everything being demolished to gain