this pistol i'm wavin, it's got your name
my bullets gon’ catch you
gon’ make you pay
hands up, hands up
if you feel it goin’ down
hands up, hands up
gon’ bury you, bury you
eighteen incarcerated
white judge don’t make no mistakes
you got what you wanted
it's comin your way
revolution
because we can
hands up, hands up
if you feel it goin’ down
hands up, hands up
gon’ bury you, bury you
hands up, hands up
if you feel it goin’ down
hands up, hands up
gon’ bury you
revolver
that pistol you're wavin’
it's got my name
your bullets gon’ catch me
gon’ make me pay
hands up, hands up
if you feel it goin’ down
hands up, hands up
gon’ bury you, bury you
revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver
hands up, hands up
revolver, revolver, revolver
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022