Tekst:
Hell Yeah Order The Sun

upon your hands, The foundation crumbling, As the demons sing Charge rockets to the sun, Sever blessings one by one, And let the angels weep Order the sun

shut Lacin' them well, it was destined for J's in the cell I can make you a reservation to hell Then blow you out the water, I'm out of your order Me

I can get the Sun on my face, I'm leaving my house an' my mouse An' all my stuff 'cos I've had enough, yeah I just wanna be close to the sun an' that

horn, just to get her attention She said, "Was that for me?" I said, "Yeah" She said, "Why?" I said, "Come on and take a ride with a hell of a guy"

take it for a little spin And maybe show it off to a couple of friends I'll just cruise it around the neighborhood Well, maybe I shouldn't Yeah, of course

was supposed to be the day Molecules decide to change their form Laws of physics lose their sway And youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm With the good kids sprouting horns Yeah, yeah

Chorus 1: x3] New Orleans in the mornin afternoon and night Hell naw! {HELL NAW} We ain't alright [Chorus 2] New Orleans in the mornin afternoon and night Hell

Jumped in the tuck and headed for Kansas Mornin' found me in Port Arasas Sippin' on rum in the warm Texas sun I've never been good at keeping direction

got badge Judgment night, huh! Judgment night, in the echo of a gunblast Judgment night!!! Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter Sun don'