[FoLLY]

For you dave


Riot sound, police come round,
With the bass and drum we knock 'em down,
Chop 'em up with the riffs an' in the stew,
Drinkin' pot liquor made of poison glue,
Pick it up!
Someone way up livin' in those high-rise castles
Wishing with the hope that I lick their assholes
with the beat we burn down those big brass doors,
Here we go!
Rocksteady!