pop goes the weapon
Singer:prophets of rage
who's that knockin' on my door
what ya tryin' to bother me for
don't want none of what you're sellin'
i know you're rotten to the core
so my 44 mags about to put one in your melon
last night one of my neighbors got held up for the paper
they won't do you any favors
some things will never change
this afternoon got caught up
of these mother fuckers from the other night
seems like the right time pullin' out his life line
any time you threaten mine
see i'm numb just lookin'
for a reason for my finger
to be squeezing on the trigger
through another killin' season
so many guns keep on runnin' out the store
you better keep on steppin'
you better keep on steppin'
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door
feelin' my soul leave my body
i don't even know his name
started fightin' at a party
lightheaded and i'm dizzy
i get the feelin' it's the end of the game
i'm on the television talk of me
'cause they don't love me
that's when the fuckin' popos came
you better keep on steppin'
you better keep on steppin'
you better keep on steppin'
you better keep on steppin'
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door
who's that knockin' on my door