Ambushed at your home,
Pulling at the limbs you value most.
Like it or not; I’m the brains of this operation;
Taking terror to the next level, to the next level.
Keep pressing on, bitch with a gun on the bed.
Hello sunshine, I’m back for more
With the old fashion axe in the wall routine
Because I’m capable of rape
And I’m capable of mass destruction.
I don’t think we can take this anymore
And at the rate we are going things just wont work out.
That old shmuck had pressed his luck.
That old shmuck had pressed his luck.
Pressed his luck.
Pressed his luck.
Pressed his luck!


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Brother John's Revenge song meanings
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