Big city bombers

Outta time

Big city bombers
You come down here with something to prove.
You're a bad motherfucker, you've got nothing to lose.
You come down here looking for a fight.
Come down here we're gonna set you right.

He's got no friends in this life.
He just keep on kicking til he's won the fight.
And he's dying, losing his mind.
And he's running, running outta time.

You come down here, you've got something to prove.
You're a bad motherfucker, you've got nothing to lose.
You come down here and try to talk smack.
You're ten feet tall with that baseball bat.

He's got no friends in this life.
He just keep on kicking til he's won the fight.
And he's dying, losing his mind.
And he's running, running outta time.

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