Dying In The Dust

There was a man, his name was robby a.
He was so dirty and he pissed up every day
He is a fighter, killer, he emasculates them all

Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust
Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust

All what he’d do is bloody and common
He’s dangerous to the public and incalculably strong
He’s a beast of a fellow
He brings slaughter everywhere

Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust
Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust

Beware of him, he’s always everywhere
He’s coming out of hell and again he’s going there
And he is killing you with a distorted face
Yes he can do it, in any place

Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust
Fight, fight, fight
You’re gonna die in the dust