The Pact Goons - Bay of Pigs Lyrics

(thoughtful and deep conversation between two great, American minds)

What you're saying to me ain't making sense
To see it my why you gotta get a chance
And there ain't room for a first or second guess
We ain't got room to be called second best

And you can always leave
But we ain't here to receive
We got our doors locked tight
So you don't book that flight

And lemme tell you,
Things ain't gonna change
We keep invaders
And our gunmen out at bay

I got tricks up my sleeve
To make these numbers leave
Cause if you're at our door
You'd better not be poor

Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home

"And don't you forget it!"