Lyrics:
So much for banning the bombThe presidents wife is carrying a hand gunIf you want blood sports for fun nowThey call me the hunter - better run nowYou hear a crack in the distance babyYour phoney mating calls resistance maybeDont smile - were gonna get youWell have your rifle off you tooGimme a kissAnd hold a candle to this!Foxy lady dressed to killYou say you wont but you willWhats on your face and your breath mama?You wear your glory or death mamaBut liberations on the wayEvery dogs gonna have its dayPack up your rape racks and crush box out of hellFarmer in the dellOh please I insistHold a candle to this!Bring on the ecstasy!And the blissBring on my wedding dayAnd everybodys birthdayBlow up the abbatoir!Detonate!Were going homeWhere the buffalo roam!Theres a new generationFrom osaka, siam and saigonThe sailors mixed it on the shoreThey were making love and making warWell heres a present for the navySame meat -different gravyThose chicks will find you - thats for sure1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - tell the people what she wore!(youre american miss)Hold a candle to this!