BASTARD TOWN from CHAINMAIL COMMANDOS by STERÖID

When I walk the streets, strutting through this no-mans-land.
Walking to the beat, detonator in my hand. 
This place pushed me around, it chewed me up then spat me out.
The fire's in my eyes, take them down, no compromise. 

At the end of my rope,
In this bastard town. 
Really gets my goat now baby,
Just hanging around.
At the end of my rope,
In this bastard town. 
Really gets my goat now honey,
Just hanging around. 

Down at the beach, I'm praying for a napalm strike.
These mutant freaks, have empty skulls, they've got no life.
And you won't see my frown, when it's levelled to the ground.
The fires in my heart, I'm gonna see this place get torn apart.

At the end of my rope,
In this bastard town. 
Really gets my goat now baby, 
Just hanging around.
At the end of my rope,
In this bastard town. 
Really gets my goat now honey,
Just hanging around.

• NWOBHM
• Punk
• Rock
• egg
• garage punk
• Sydney