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Bring the War Home - Bootlicker Lyrics




You're the kinda guy who thinks
As you stay poor and your pay shrinks
The rich deserve everything they get
You could be in charge some day
If you just grin and bear it maybe
You're every boss's favourite little pet

When they say run you say how fast
You've got your nose right up their ass
You're something of a yes-sir connoisseur
You'd sell out all your friends
To further your own ends
Because you're a

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots

You'd guard the concentration camps
Try not to think about
The kids you sent at gun point to their deaths

You'd let your own mother die
If you could meet your KPI
Claim innocence until your final breath

Doesn't matter who you screw
Evil is banal for you
Follow orders, do your job and pray

Doesn't matter, wrong or right
As long as you can sleep at night
Because you're a

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots

What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You think that our problems are caused by disorder
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue

What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You'd tell the pigs about all your neighbours
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
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You're the kinda guy who thinks
As you stay poor and your pay shrinks
The rich deserve everything they get
You could be in charge some day
If you just grin and bear it maybe
You're every boss's favourite little pet

When they say run you say how fast
You've got your nose right up their ass
You're something of a yes-sir connoisseur
You'd sell out all your friends
To further your own ends
Because you're a

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots

You'd guard the concentration camps
Try not to think about
The kids you sent at gun point to their deaths

You'd let your own mother die
If you could meet your KPI
Claim innocence until your final breath

Doesn't matter who you screw
Evil is banal for you
Follow orders, do your job and pray

Doesn't matter, wrong or right
As long as you can sleep at night
Because you're a

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots

What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You think that our problems are caused by disorder
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue

What is your favourite flavour of leather?
What is your favourite flavour of boot?
You'd tell the pigs about all your neighbours
Your favourite colour is a thin line of blue

Bootlicker
That's you
Bootlicker
Lick boots
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Writer: Dael Horhata, Grossifer Bif, Martin Schoots-McAlpine
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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