Texty:
Anti Heros Don T Tread On Me

t be late, Cause everyday is Christmas in the police state [Chorus] Well Jack jumped over the candle stick, And all the toy soldiers do their tricks Santa's wife can't

they cause you pain Pain spelled out is the title of guilt, It burns out the rotten core of the life you built [Chorus] {You bastard, you bastard, you don't

in the cards, It's in the cards Know when to fold, Know when to bluff, Just play it smart Don't tell me that you don't care, You don't work, you'll go

Out on the streets on a Saturday night, No problems on my mind But around the corner with some steel in his hand, Is an end that's most unkind Poor Robert