Letra da Música Devil And A .45 de Toasters

I kept a memory back from my early years,
A boat out to Cyprus with the Scottish Fusiliers.
I was two years old, I was barely alive,
Already cruising with the Devil and his .45.

I hear you've been straying over this side of town, (Beat down!)
Talking it up, but walk your mouth around. (Beat down!)
It's really not OK that you do like you do, (Beat down!)
Devil's .45 is gonna wait for you. (Beat down!)

And you are heading for a beatdown,
We beat ‘em down to the ground.
You are heading for a beatdown.
Beat down!

Are you riding shotgun on the stage of broken dreams? (Beat down!)
Ain't it funny how the ego can take you to extremes? (Beat down!)
With the cards you hold I'm really not surprised (Beat down!)
Choose between the Devil and a .45 (Beat down!)

And you are heading for a beatdown,
We beat ‘em down to the ground.
You are heading for a beatdown.
Watch this!

Beat down... Blood pouring outta ya face.
Beat down... Front teeth, them gone outta place.
Beat down... Family, them lost without a trace.
Beat down... You're livin' yourself in disgrace! Boom!

And you are heading for a beatdown,
We beat ‘em down to the ground.
You are heading for a beatdown.
Sheez!

Keep your false pretences, keep your fancy clothes, (Beat down!)
Keep your airs and graces, I won't be needing those. (Beat down!)
Since I was two years old I was learning to survive, (Beat down!)
Keep on the right side of a .45. (Beat down!)

You are heading for a beatdown,
We beat ‘em down to the ground.
You are heading for a beatdown.

You are heading for a beatdown,
We beat ‘em down to the ground.
You are heading for a... Beatdown,
Beatdown!