"Across The Nation" lyrics
Creed Fisher & Bryan Scott Lyrics
"Across The Nation"
(originally by The Union Underground)
Now get the guns, the drugs from my generation
I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation
And it's the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds, they're messing with me
Come on, come on, come on, let's get it out
Move to the music
Play that fucking music
Move it to the music, yeah
Let's get it out
Move to my music
Play that fucking music
Live through my music, yeah
Now get the guns, the drugs from my generation
I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation
And it's the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds, they're messing with me
Come on, come on, come on, let's get it out
Move to the music
Play that fucking music
Move it to the music, yeah
Let's get it out
Move to my music
Play that fucking music
Live through my music, yeah
Forget the lies, the money, we're in this together
And through it all they said that nothing's forever
And they refuse to see the change in me, why won't they wake up
Come on, come on, come on, let's get it out
Move to the music
Play that fucking music
Move it to the music, yeah
Let's get it out
Move to my music
Play that fucking music
Live through my music, yeah
Move to the music
Move it to the music, yeah
Move to my music
Live through the music, yeah
Move to the music
Move it to the music, yeah
Move to the music
Live through my music, yeah
Move to the music
Play that fucking music
Move it to the music, yeah
Let's get it out
Move to my music
Play that fucking music
Live through my music, yeah
Move to the music
Play that fucking music
Move it to the music, yeah
Let's get it out
Move to my music
Play that fucking music
Live through my music, yeah
Writer(s): James Alan Johnston, Patrick P. Kennison, Bryan Wayne Scott
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- Creed Fisher Lyrics
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