Bruce Lee

Lyrics

Bullet got the wrong bloke Life, kid, suck Drink from the box, the juice kicks up Life, kid, suck the box Drink, yeah Life, kid, drink from the box The juice kicks up Life, kid, suck a box Drink, yeah Bruce Lee Life, kid, seen from the box Seen from the box, the juice from the box Kid suck, life Kid, get sucked from the box Drink, Bruce Lee Life, kid, suck from the box Drink from the box, the juice kicks up Life, kid, suck from the box Drink, yeah Bruce Lee Life gets in from the box Seen from the box, the juice from the box Kid suck, life Kid get suck from the box Drink, Bruce Lee Life, kid, suck from the box Drink from the box, the juice kicks up Life, kid, suck from the box Drink, yeah Bruce Lee Life, kid, suck from the box Drink from the box, the juice kicks up Life, kid, suck the box Yeah Bruce Lee Life, kid, jerk from the box Seen from the box, drink from the box The juice, kid, suck Life Kid suck the box, drink Yeah, Bruce Lee Tanglon Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box Life, kid, suck the box From the box, from the box Skin hard sails in jail Hair always cut with a blunt tool Muscular, but thin like springs, but not steel For Ford men Four Ford men They sell it into vaporizing rulers Each way up in his own head Hold up in its fat flicking boxes Piggy little, piggy little eyes Holds and scape Just enough to let in light Bullet got the wrong bloke, but he don't die anyway Its nothing mortal, but he don't move Still half slumped up the wall in a crumpled blanket My head's been this way for days (Stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff, stiff) Wrong bloke drops the gun Old black pistol onto the bed Shooter gets up from the other room Deliberate and stiff Holds a pistol to the chest of the wrong bloke and pulls the trigger A thin jet of water hits him in the face like a circus clown Wrong bloke looks out of big eyes now He's straining against something he's heard Just to see what is really happening He reaches down into the blankets beside him And comes up with the old black pistol, covered in scratches Black to bare metal, like it's been kicking around the desert alone for years Yeah, Bruce Lee Tanglon