Letra

Yeah When two tribes go to war A point is all that you can score (Score no more! Score no more!) When two tribes go to war A point is all that you can score (Working for the black gas) Cowboy Number One A born-again poor man's son (Poor man's son) On the air America I modelled shirts by Van Heusen (Working for the black gas) Yeah! You know When two tribes go to war A point is all that you can score (Score no more! Score no more!) When two tribes go to war A point is all that you can score (Working for the black gas) Switch off your shield Switch off and feel I'm working on lovin', yeah Giving you back the good times Ship it out, out (Working for the black gas) A point is all that you can score When two tribes go to war When two tribes go to war A point is all that you can score We got two tribes (We got the bomb! We got the bomb!) Yeah! Yeah! Sock it to me biscuits, now Are we living in a land Where sex and horror are the new Gods? Yeah! When two tribes go to war A point is all you can score
Writer(s): Mark William O'toole, Peter Gill, Holly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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