| Lyrics: | Feel depressed, walking home,
could have used a megaphone.
Inanimate objects getting me
down,
mechanical failures all around.
I shot the Marshall,
in self-defence.
I
shot the Marshall,
got no regrets.
It shouldn't look at me that way,
yeah, killed that
amp.
Only works when I'm close to it,
walk away it'll have a fit.
Hand pocket, pull
out a fiver,
pay the guy with a screwdriver.
But it did it once too often,
put that
amp in a coffin.
Got my Walther P.P.K, |
