Are you ready now.
Cause hardly can I,
Wait to break all your rules.
And can I , I justify.
No hardley can I,
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bocca
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now
Cause this time
Last call par tou
I said truth no won't forget .
All the things you have done and said
And now facts they can't denie
All your lies and clever alibies
But you then try to sell us your cheap trills
And sliding our wrists with you dollar bills
Say ooh
There we go
Dancing upon your crossroads
Are you ready now
Cause hardly can I
Wait to break all your rules
And can I , I justify
No hardley can I
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bucker
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now.
Are you ready now,
For I'm calling you
Take a look at the next man dying in the strreet.
At the age off twenty,
One dollar in his pocket.
Now he's at your feet.
The next man,
he's your brother,
Take a look at the next girl look into your car.
Selling a descease,
For a little bit of money.
The next girl ,
she's your honey.
Are you ready now
Cause hardly can I
Wait to break all your rules
And can I , I justify
No hardley can I
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bucker
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now.
Are you ready now,
For I'm calling you
This time I'm calling You
Cause hardly can I,
Wait to break all your rules.
And can I , I justify.
No hardley can I,
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bocca
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now
Cause this time
Last call par tou
I said truth no won't forget .
All the things you have done and said
And now facts they can't denie
All your lies and clever alibies
But you then try to sell us your cheap trills
And sliding our wrists with you dollar bills
Say ooh
There we go
Dancing upon your crossroads
Are you ready now
Cause hardly can I
Wait to break all your rules
And can I , I justify
No hardley can I
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bucker
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now.
Are you ready now,
For I'm calling you
Take a look at the next man dying in the strreet.
At the age off twenty,
One dollar in his pocket.
Now he's at your feet.
The next man,
he's your brother,
Take a look at the next girl look into your car.
Selling a descease,
For a little bit of money.
The next girl ,
she's your honey.
Are you ready now
Cause hardly can I
Wait to break all your rules
And can I , I justify
No hardley can I
Start the fire without tools
I'm calling you Bull bucker
You Crazy motherrocker
Are you ready now.
Are you ready now,
For I'm calling you
This time I'm calling You