Rancid Ivory Coast

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For 24 hours on the Ivory Coast
They relieved soldiers from their post
And they gave champagne, for a toast
To pay dividends to the country’s host
They say, Tonight, you can leave your home
But tomorrow, it’s gonna be the way of the gun
And the curfew, won’t allow you to roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes ’round your door….
Who is the killer
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)
I’ll shoot ya down, right on sight
If you’re out in the wrong time of night
In a civil war, there’s no civil rights
In the day of the dead, run for your life
They say, tonight, you can leave your home
And tomorrow, will be the way of the gun
And the curfew, won’t allow you to you roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes ’round your door….
Who is the killer
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)
And the trenches are dug
And the bones they do shiver
The tastes of war, so cold and bitter
And the human race is the face of the killer
And the cost of life is rarely considered
They say, tonight, you can leave your home
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it’s gonna be the way of the gun
And the curfew, won’t allow you to roam, roam, roam
And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes ’round your door….
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cold killer
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)