Battlestations on the go again, He's found his wallet in his hand Battlestations taking hold again, And she's consumed with what's been said
And ooohhh Tell me why he's tripping over sex again And ooohhh Tell me why he's doing this again
And battlestations on the go again, And he's too consumed with what's been said And he's sent a letter to the pope again, He's said his noggin is made of lead
And ooohhh And tell me why he's never coming home again, again And ooohhh And tell me why he's tripping over sex again, And ooohhh And Jaqueline is coming on the phone again, again And ooohhh He wanted many more but he got fucked instead and so
For a time we tried to contact them by radio, but no response. But then they attacked a town A small town, I'll admit, but nevertheless a town of people People who died.
I dont feel like playing this song again, The sample sounds like shit and, And I dont want to hear it again 'Cause I dont feel like playing this song again, again And you know the sample sounds like shit and I don't want to hear it again!