Lyrics
Legend has it in '47
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister at the uphill climb
Poor Jack Kerouac riding with his paperback
Camel in the pocket of his army fatigues
Kinda hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner on a B-17
Singing
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Whoever you are they will scare
No friend of Muslims anywhere
Like John Dillinger number one
Crime, crazy, filthiness all rolled into one
Poor Jack Kerouac riding with his paperback
Camel in the pocket of his army fatigues
Kinda hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner on a B-17
Singing
Anger incorporated
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Born in the shadow of the blues fighters
In tiny bars and up all nighters
Terrorizing the local stop
Cool and crazy two woo woo bop boys
Singing
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