Bottle Rocket

Written by Douglas Firestein

Fireworks are on sale
They’re legal here now
It’s a redneck past time
That wasn’t always allowed

This opens up a world
Of new ways to inflict pain
Plus I can play with fire
And that’s always a good thing

Suckas smile on the fourth of July
But I’m gonna make them frown
Cos they about to die
If they step foot in my town

I got me a bottle rocket
The tip’s inside their ass (ouch!)
Gonna blast them up to heaven
A stream of sparks trailing past

Radars will detect them
As they exit the atmosphere
And float into the void of space
As their Mama shed’s a tear

THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
COS THERE’S NO AIR UP THERE!
THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
IF I DIDN’T MAKE IT CLEAR
It means you’re dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
DEAD!

Brass knuckles are on sale
Hell no this shit ain’t legal
I just pretend they’re golden
Cos it makes me feel regal

What’s that you said to me?
I’m about to bust that lip
You think this object wont go in?
We’ll just lick the stubborn tip

Suckas smile on the fourth of July
But I’m gonna make them frown
Cos they about to die
If they step foot in my town

I got me a bottle rocket
The tip’s inside their ass (ouch!)
Gonna blast them up to heaven
A stream of sparks trailing past

Radars will detect them
As they exit the atmosphere
And float into the void of space
As their Mama shed’s a tear

THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
COS THERE’S NO AIR UP THERE!
THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
IF I DIDN’T MAKE IT CLEAR
It means you’re dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
DEAD!

I got you seeing stars
(Seeing stars)
Red, white and blue sparklers
(Blue sparklers)
I got you looking to the sky
No, don’t ask why
It’s just the
FOURTH OF JULY!

I got me a bottle rocket
The tip’s inside their ass (ouch!)
Gonna blast them up to heaven
A stream of sparks trailing past

Radars will detect them
As they exit the atmosphere
And float into the void of space
As their Mama shed’s a tear

THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
COS THERE’S NO AIR UP THERE!
THAT MEANS YOU’RE DEAD!
IF I DIDN’T MAKE IT CLEAR
It means you’re dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
DEAD!