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Prophets Of Rage

Pop Goes The Weapon

 

Pop Goes The Weapon


Who's that knocking on my door
What ya trying to bother me for
Don't want none of what you're selling
I know you're rotten to the core
So my 44 mags about to put one in your melon

Last night one of my neighbors got held up for the paper
But the popos never came
They won't do you any favors
Say prayers
So many layers
Some things will never change

Ha ha ha
This afternoon got caught up
At a red light, in the line of sight
Of these mother fuckers from the other night
Seems like the right time pulling out his life line
Any time you threaten mine
Gonna be a fight

See I'm numb just looking
For a reason for my finger
To be squeezing on the trigger
Through another killing season

One gun, two guns, three guns, four
So many guns keep on running out the store

Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha ha
Pop pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha

Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door
Ha ha ha

Feeling my soul leave my body
La dee da dee
Somebody got me
I don't even know his name
Started fighting at a party
No karate
Hammers dropping
But the popos never came

Lightheaded and I'm dizzy
My vision fuzzy
I get the feeling it's the end of the game
I'm on the television talk of me
Ask who was he, 'cause they don't love me
That's when the fucking popos came

Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha ha
Pop, pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha

Yeah
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop goes the weapon
You better keep on stepping
Pop pop goes the weapon
Pop pop
Ha ha ha

Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door
Who's that knocking on my door

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