Rumble Fishers Songtext
von U.S. Bombs

Guitar sounds, the drums splash
Our pool is hot like a sauna
We looked around, the playground
Head-sucking fish and piranhas

Stuck in a tank, lost in space
Tracks of a train going nowhere
We must debate, repeat after me
We′re in a tank going nowhere

(Stuck in a tank, lost in space)
(Tracks of a train going nowhere)
Stuck (stuck in a tank), lost (lost in space)
The tracks (tracks of a train) are going nowhere


This is a stage, poke me with a stick
Kick me 'til I′m dead, at least verbally
'Cause you're the enemy and you′re just in between
A living mistake in identity

The tanks we swim in just get smaller and smaller
A school of sharks all about the dollar
Such you up, such you out
It′s dirty pool, a school of rules
We're coming up, let′s get 'em out
We′re breaking free, we're freaking out
Fuck all the fools, we′re through the ranks
Through the ranks, through the ranks
Through