The Ambushes (lyrics version)

Can't you see these boring skulls shuffle?

Stuffing taxis, Junkyard Jungles.

Can't you taste their card trick muffles?

Can't you hear their sick rockstar dreams?

Nooses scream like how mics sing.

Can't you feel them fucking up everything?

"We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you skull-less,

We're coming for you..."

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Let me tell you it'll all be over,

Let me tell you that you'll be alright.

Let me tell you it'll all be over,

Let me tell you that you'll be alright.

But I confess, you waltz with lead.

But I confess, it dances through your breast.

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Ambush! We'll rob the jackals! (Battered batch! Battered batch!)

Ransack their high class isles! (Where's your gorgeous mouth that's stuffed with cash?)

Vile roar roars in your heartthrobs,

Vile roar roars a chord of infamy.

Press on! Press on! Towards the gagged shoreline, we'll

Road vile roars into the skylines.

No, we're not just giving in.

Staring the shore, staring at the coastline.