Rancid - Killing Zone Lyrics
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Killing Zone
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What Are The Lyrics For Killing Zone By Rancid?
Drop bombs, you're gonna be warned
You're gonna be scorned, you're gonna be torn There's a storm hittin' your home, not a false alarm but a real one Can't trick it, let's wake up, can't stick it, pick it lines striking If you like it, don't fight it, just hold it, then want it Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone All the nights of constant run, if you're the one, well now you're bombed Sail on, Mr. Dumb One, you got a shot gun, hit the marksmen Complex thoughts here, he don't live here, keep the war there, just to control there Without a care here, you should just see there Start a war there, cross the boarders Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone [x2] Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war's on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone |
Who Wrote Killing Zone By Rancid?
Lars Frederiksen, Timothy (usa) Armstrong
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