Bring Me the Head of Paul McCartney on Heather Mill's Wooden Peg (Dropping Bombs on the White House) Lyrics

Oh man it's dropping out of heaven and it's bringing the word
The wicked f****** sound that you never have heard

I'll tell you all about it cause it's spoken to me
Itt d*** near took my life and kicked the s*** out of me, you see?
Now it walks with my soul and it lives with my mind
And it's got a big gun and it's hunting mankind

Shiny leather boots and a big set of wings
Many f****** presents for the children it brings
Flying through the heavens and it's made out of stars
It's walking on fire to the place that you are
Here it comes

So grab your silver bullets and sharpen your stakes
And lock your f****** doors for Jesus sakes

Because it's reading your mind and it's ruined this land
And it's speaking in German and things you can't understand
While it's f****** your girlfriend and flying in s***e
As it puts you to shame as it spits in your face

Then it flies back to heaven and it sleeps with the stars
As it's eating up planet and it's playing guitar

In fact it's playing right now