Death Car - Wheat

I want to fight your father’s bare hands

I’m more of a man i might

I want to find his pieces of gold

He’ll do what he’s told or i’ll steal his soul

It’s the last docket he’ll ever oppose

He’ll find it hard i’ll trash his yard

Like a mad rocket i’m like a fire

Sent to retire i’ll crush his little home

Like a flame i’ll rule his toys

I’m not the boy he’d like

And if he tries i’m not that far

I’ll rule his star in my death car

And i better not see your face no more

That’s part of it

And i better not show my face no more