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Man I wouldn't wanna be you right now.
Its gonna get ugly, when it goes down.
I can feel it comin', its a train and its rumblin'.
Man I wouldn't wanna be you.
Man I wouldn't wanna be you right now.
Its gonna get nuclear, when it goes down.
And there aint no stoppin' that A-bomb from droppin'.
Man I wouldn't wanna be you.
I don't wanna be the guy that says I told you so, but whats done is done so here we go.
Man I wouldn't wanna be you.
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Running Hot
03:12
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My baby's, running hot today!
So maybe, I'll just keep away!
What did I do? I can't remember.
Whisky and brews, yeah I've been better.
Do I stay and fight, or just surrender?
Because she's all hot, she's a burning ember.
My baby's, running hot today!
So maybe, I'll just keep away!
I know that look, and it aint good.
Once again, misunderstood.
Shoulda slipped away, while I still could.
Because now there's a fire, where she once stood.
My baby's, running hot today!
So maybe, I'll just keep away!
She's runnin' hot....yeah she's runnin' hot....
My baby's, running hot today!
So maybe, I'll just keep away!
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White Flag
02:46
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Falling out of the sky, coming up through the floors
Bouncing off the walls, busting in through the doors
They're coming through on my phone, climbing outta the drawers
They're coming at me in droves, coming at me in scores
I feel like a punching bag
I'm taking all the shots I can
I'm tattered and I'm feeling had
But you'll never see me wave that white flag
Ton of weight on my back, load it up without pause
Agonizing barrage, spilling out of their jaws
I'm hiding out in the bars, I'm undermining my cause
I gotta face the droves I gotta face the scores
I feel like a punching bag
I'm taking all the shots I can
I'm tattered and I'm feeling had
But you'll never see me wave that white flag
Of course we're feelin' the heat, with our heads in the furnace
You know you can't expect that it aint gonna burn us
They're comin' at me in droves, comin' at me in scores
I gotta face the droves I gotta face the scores
I feel like a punching bag
I'm taking all the shots I can
I'm tattered and I'm feeling had
But you'll never see me wave that white flag
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Connected
02:25
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Powered up I feel alive
Do I have the strength I need to survive
No one knows just how long it will last
Live for now there is no past
Does it mean we're all connected?
Does it mean we're disconnected?
Does it mean we're all connected?
Or is it me who's disconnected?
Like an urge I can't resist
You pulled my plug now I don't exist
Thoughts of you just draw me in
Let's take a ride in this world of sin
Does it mean we're all connected?
Does it mean we're disconnected?
Does it mean we're all connected?
Or is it me who's disconnected?
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Last year I had a bad week 52 times
Turned a dollar bill into a couple of dimes
Last year i had a bad week 52 times
I was driving down the wrong road, running over the signs
Well you know I'm gonna turn it around because you can't keep a good man down
The only thing I need, is to keep my head outta the ground
Last year I had a bad week 52 times
As for the man in the mirror...you can't be a victim and a partner in the same crime
Well you know I'm gonna turn it around because you can't keep a good man down
The only thing I need, is to keep it all from burning down
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Holy Rolla
03:03
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Hey Holy Rolla what you pointing at me for?
I see you rolling all around on the devil's dance floor
And all you do is accept the lord when you die?!
Well I don't know about you, but I aint gonna live your lie
Holy Rolla
God created you to be a hypocrite
If your god is love, why are you full of hate?
Hey Holy Rolla what you pointing at me for?
You know you're all in and out of the devil's back door
And all you're doing is living for the ghost in the sky
If you're looking for heaven, why are you so scared to die?
Holy Rolla
God created you to be a hypocrite
If your god is love, why are you full of hate?
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Hand Grenade
03:34
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It's been a long time coming
And today's the day
Enjoy the presentation
This is your own creation
I see that you built a bomb
And the fuse is lit
Now its ready to blow
There aint no where to go
Heads up Its coming
Aint no running form your hand grenade
Pin pulled 4 seconds
It don't care if you're ready or not
Heads up Its coming
Aint no running form your hand grenade
Pin pulled 4 seconds
Self destruct and now you're free
Boom!
It's been a long time coming
And today's the day
Projecting all that fury
Go ahead be your own jury
I see that you built a bomb
And the fuse is lit
Now its ready to blow
There aint no where to go
Heads up Its coming
Aint no running from your hand grenade
Pin pulled 4 seconds
It don't care if you're ready or not
Heads up Its coming
Aint no running form your hand grenade
Pin pulled 4 seconds
Self destruct and now you're free
We pulled the pin on your hand grenade
Didn't give us any other choice no
We pulled the pin on your hand grenade
Its only gonna hurt for a second
We pulled the pin on your hand grenade
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Message
02:49
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Whatcha sayin'?
B'cause I don't understand what your sayin'
B'cause I don't understand what you mean
There's a buzzzing and it's ringing in my ear
There's an echo and its ringing in my ear
There's a message and its ringing in my ear
There's a message
So I can't understand what your sayin'
So I can't understand what you mean
It's a weapon and it's aiming at our minds!
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Atomic Fly Florida
Atomic Fly are:
Jon aka Jonny Atomic - Vox
Frank aka Fly Atoms - Guitar
Tommy aka Dickie
Bonk - Bass
Pete aka PT Thumbs. - Drums
Four regular blokes driven by a mutual love of first generation punk and classic rock…and when we say driven, think chase scene from Death Proof.
In short - good ole Rock N Roll from south FL USA
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