It’s not my fault anymore, it’s not my fault anymore
so don’t look at me that way
If you have something, If you have something
If you have something clever to say, just keep it stowed away, keep that shit stowed away
Cause it’s comin
Cause it’s comin
Cause it’s comin
Cause it’s comin
So get ready, get ready
I bet you thought it would just go away
Just pass on by like the month of may
Keep turning your head, you’re bound to catch a bullet in the back of it
Have a drink, and then we’ll head to the front line
We’ll head to the front line, that’s where we’ll go
We’ll go right there and we’ll get us some, yeah we’ll get us some, cause it’s comin’
Like it always has come
But you can love me, you can love me
Do you think you could? Cause it’s what we got
So get ready
