Boy You're Going Down

Boy now let me tell you a couple things before you're going down.

There's a thing you've got, it's what I need and enough to go around.

Well send some friends to camp your doors and case out your home.

We can toss forth all these rocks at your wall to the very last stone.

So we clutch you by the chin so you can meet our scornful gaze.

We can't quite see things your way so we'll throttle you for days.

Back around base we're riling your neighbors and egging on the fight.

For a little thing called oil, I don't really care if we're wrong or right.

We worry about the things you do in lieu of the national debt.

So little time to look back on all the secrets that we've kept.

We'll deploy all our ordnance toward your walls til you open the door.

With no concern about the cost of the payload til we've gone to war.

So boy you heard a couple things and now you're going down.

People don't know it, but I think you're the baddest kid in town.

And maybe everyone will conclude that this is all about your oil.

So expect a few thousand of my men to be marching on your soil.