Mad Sin - Class Warpath Lyrics
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Class Warpath
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What Are The Lyrics For Class Warpath By Mad Sin?
SO YO EL ALBOROTADORE!
Class warpath (3x) Yeah it's a godless life, here in the shade of heaven So you gotta pick the best parts you can get And with satisfaction I'm following my track Can you feel my eyes burning in your back Gotta make your stand 'cause life's a game But if you learned the rules it's kinda easy to play So I'll be the bomb that explodes under the sun CHORUS: I'm gonna take the money and run (2x) I'm on a class warpath tonight Another town, another bank to plunder Another ville that's owned by the wrong man The sheriff tried to put me six feet under But now there's nothing left but his rotten bones Gotta make your stand 'cause life's a game But if you learned the rules it's kinda easy to play So I'll be the bomb that explodes under the sun CHORUS: I'm gonna take the money and run (2x) I'm on a class warpath tonight Make it all mine till the morning light CHORUS: I'm gonna take the money and run (2x) I'm on a class warpath tonight I'm gonna take the money and run (2x) I'm on a class warpath tonight Make it all mine till the morning light My own war, my own war class warpath tonight Class warpath Stop. Money or life - I take what I can get That's right man BANG! |
Who Wrote Class Warpath By Mad Sin?
Arvid Zemke
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What's The Duration Of The Class Warpath By Mad Sin?The duration of Class Warpath is 3:27 minutes and seconds. |
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