Texty:
Darkbuster Darkbuster Tommy The Terrors

He wakes up in the morning He pulls his shirt and boots on He grabs his lunch pale and heads out to the light And he goes, and he goes and he works all

I am lost and broken hearted It's been weeks since I been home I'm gonna finish what I started Clench my fists and stand alone There ain't no time like

We wrote this song about all of you tough guys here With fists full of fury and belly?s full of beer (beat you fucking hardcore) You spend your life terrorizing