Golden Arm Songtext
von Timid Tiger

He′s called a rocker
I called a king
He's got the best of
Olympic games
I used to call him
A counterfeit
He′s like a rocket
He's docking in

He stole my car
My girl
My guns
My band
The dance moves
The minutes
My madness
Oh goodness
My madness
He stole it


Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
While I'm sitting in the basement
Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
Rock this shit

He′s wearing shotguns
Awakes with gin
Then he gets drunk and
They still love him
He′s like a Jesus
Feels like a god
And no one knows that
He locked me up

He stole my car
My girl
My guns
My band
The dance moves
The minutes
My madness
Oh goodness
My madness
He stole it
My golden arm


Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
While I'm sitting in the basement
Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
I′m in prison in his basement

He's called a rocker
I called a king
He′s got the gold chains
I've got the rings
I used to love him
He tricked on me
I am the real deal
Come set me free
2, 3, 4
2, 3, 4
2, 3, 4

Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
While I′m sitting in the basement
Rock this shit
Come on
Take your guns
Come on
Rock this shit
Rock this shit

Rock this shit, baby
I am the Rocker King
Rock this shit, baby
I am the Rocker King
Rock this shit, baby
I am the Rocker King
Rock this shit, baby
I am the Rocker King