Lyrics:

So much for banning the bomb

The presidents wife is carrying a hand gun

If you want blood sports for fun now

They call me the hunter - better run now

You hear a crack in the distance baby

Your phoney mating calls resistance maybe

Dont smile - were gonna get you

Well have your rifle off you too

Gimme a kiss

And hold a candle to this!





Foxy lady dressed to kill

You say you wont but you will

Whats on your face and your breath mama?

You wear your glory or death mama

But liberations on the way

Every dogs gonna have its day

Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell

Farmer in the dell

Oh please I insist

Hold a candle to this!





Bring on the ecstasy!

And the bliss

Bring on my wedding day

And everybodys birthday

Blow up the abbatoir!

Detonate!

Were going home

Where the buffalo roam!





Theres a new generation

From osaka, siam and saigon

The sailors mixed it on the shore

They were making love and making war

Well heres a present for the navy

Same meat -different gravy

Those chicks will find you - thats for sure

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - tell the people what she wore!

(youre american miss)

Hold a candle to this!