Collision Course

Did I mention to you about my punk rock radio?

Words don't apply on my push it up stereo

Transistor party but the dead alright

All these people come and blast it on a reggae all the night

Sham sixty-nine rocks reggae rocks laying on my temple

With a forty-five record on the turn table

With the turntable ticking, tick all night

And the sun comes a rising as the song begins, singing

We're on a mission, got no remorse

One hundred miles an hour, collision course

When I blow up the line, put my radio down

from the wicked fowl

I drop the needle, watch it clean this up

While I play it back, man, at the record shop

Deep in the night in the chaos storms

My rhythm gets driven by the beat of the drums

Forty-five, thirty-three, five PM

Hey mr. DJ, let us in

We're on a mission, got no remorse

One hundred miles an hour, collision course

We're on a mission, got no remorse

One hundred miles an hour

We're on a mission, got no remorse

One hundred miles an hour, collision course