Hold a Candle to This - The Pretenders

So much for bannin' the bomb

The President’s wife is carryin' a hand gun

If you want blood sports for fun now

They call me 'the hunter' better run now

You hear a crack in the distance baby

Your phoney matin' calls resistance maybe

Don’t smile, we’re gonna get you

We’ll have your rifle off you too

Oh, gimme a kiss

And hold the candle to this

Foxy lady dressed to kill

You say you won’t but you will

What’s on your face and your breath Mama?

You wear your glory or death Mama

The liberation’s on the way

Every dog gonna have it’s day

Pack up your rape racks and crush box out of hell

Farmer in the dell

Oh, please I insist

Now hold the candle to this

Bring on the ecstasy and the bliss

Bring on my wedding day and everybody’s birthday

Blow up the abattoir, detonate

We’re goin' home to where the buffalo roam

Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O

An' on his farm there was a cow

There’s a new generation

From Osaka, Siam and Saigon

The sailors mixed it on the shore

They were makin' love and makin' war

Well here’s a present for the navy

Same meat, different gravy

Those chicks will find you, that’s for sure

One, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore

You’re American Miss

Oh, hold a candle to this

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