YEA! Wanna tell you a story
About a friend of mine in the pen
When the gavel fell and the lock down cell
He swore he'd have his revenge
I aint taking about killing no
He aint the killing kind
Just big ass racks and mosh stacks
Beer, fire, whiskey and wine
The city's on flame with the rock n roll
The next day they decided
That getting out was the way
With a big cigar he took his guitar
And dug his way to the stage
? and the ace of spades
They try dragging him down
But no one knew what he was gonna do
And sirens rang all around

Lyrics submitted by JackH83

Air Raid song meanings
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