Oh yeah! Hit it!
Breakin‚ out, I'm on a mission,
Been caught between heaven and hell.
My guitar is my ammunition,
Raise the flag, sound the mission bell.
Everybody always wants control of me,
The only way to get it's over my dead body.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone's trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Six-string shooter, hear it screaming,
Slicing your head like a laser beam.
It's true love when I'm cranking the metal,
It makes me, makes me, makes me cream.
Never let you get between me and my guitar.
No use to keep trying, you won't get very far.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone's trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Open fire, raise your fist,
Battle stations!
It's the season to resist,
Preprogrammed morons,
Computer sleaze.
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Never let you get between me and my guitar,
No use to keep trying, you won't get very far.
Take no prisoners, open fire,
Battle stations!
Someone's trying to brainwash me,
Battle stations!
Back off, baby!
Take no prisoners, open fire!
Battle stations! Battle stations!
Take no prisoners, open fire!
Preprogrammed morons,
Computer sleaze.
Whoa! You're mine baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Whoa!
Writer(s): Charles Winger, Reb Beach
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