Here they come Smashing the gate Swallowing swords with a song Now my throat's numb Where to find you Your bread and your butter Your deals lie in gutter You both will decide You know where the tide
Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare it you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows.
Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight?
Chorus: Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows. Did you stop it in your tracks? Or join the whole stampede? Just to keep from spilling over...
