"Rumble Fishers" as written by Kerry Martinez, Duane Thomas Peters, Chip Hanna and Wade Walston....
Guitar sounds, the drums splash
Our bowl is hot like a sauna
We've looked around the playgrounds
Its sucker fish and piranhas

Stuck in a tank Lost in Space
Tracks of the train going nowhere
We must repeat repeat after me
We're in a tank going know where

This is a stage poke me with a stick
Kick me til I'm dead at least verbally
Yer the enemy, yer just in between
A living mistake Identity

The tank we swim in gets smaller
And smaller! a school of sharks
All about the dollar size in you up
Size in you out! It's dirty pool
A School No rules we're comin' up
Lets get em out we're breaking out
From all the fools and threw the ranks

Lyrics submitted by rjbucs28

"Rumble Fishers" as written by Duane Thomas Peters Chip Hanna

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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