Текст песни G.B.H. - Hit The Deck
G.B.H. - Hit The Deck слова песни
Cruising down the highway,Indianapolis bound.The sun is out, shades are on,but the gig still can`t be found.As we gaze out of the window,see fields and barns float up.A psycho in a beat up Chevy,got us in his evil eye.Hit the deck, hit the deck.The gun I fear, not the redneck.He tried to run us off the road,`cos we broke his law.It`s hard to say what gun he had,I was lying on the floor.Terror reigned, no need to panic,Whizz Pig`s at the wheel !Stops the van in front of him,goes and strikes a deal... I`m just a poor boy, a long way from home.Don`t wanna` die here, I`m all alone.If I ever get out of this place, get out of this jam.Go home and die on the sanctuary of Birmingham.This crazy with a baseball cap,has been working in a foreign land.Learned to live in the jungle,learned to kill with his bare hands.Bringing his skills back to civilisation,running to the police.Mister I abhor your kind ..an` I ain`t no goddam freak !