Nuclear Assault - Butt f** lyrics

I'm laying up in my room with a gun and a cigarette and a band that really rocked And we're drinking some beer and smoking blunts and I said Hey, I got a new car, it's a '72 Pantera, you want to go for a ride? And we're going down the highway at about ninety miles an hour in a fifty-five mile an hour zone Going totally over the speed limit And all of a sudden this really sharp turn comes up and this other car's coming and we crash You think you're really famous You think that you're a star You think that selling millions Buy yourself a car bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow You think that you're real tough You take them for a cruise You smash it up and k** someone And now you're paying dues bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow You know, we're probably gonna get a whole lot of slag for putting a blues part on a thrash album (But we don't give a f**) But I mean, as far as I'm concerned, anyone who gives us a hard time can go f** off (Right) 'Cause after all, we're musicians and we can do whatever we want (That's the sh**, baby) You don't have to listen if you don't want to hear it (You know, guy's got a point) (Word) You know, for a lot of people who criticize our sh** who've never gone into the recording studio It probably sounds real easy to go in and do an album But f**, you try going to Los Angeles, going into nice weather from the middle of winter in New York Twenty thousand dollars back, a foreign city where everybody's f**ing queer Where the cars stop for pedestrians, it's f**ing bizarre (Just go up and cross at the corner) And you try to stay under budget while you're doing it You're Razzle's grim reaper You steal your license plate Attorney gave you up And you plead your case bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow You didn't really matter You really have to fight When you get to the altar You pay your little tithe bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t bu*t f**, ow bu*t f** I don't know, it needs something That's it