Rain Ammunition (John Peel Session #2)

[Verse 1] Rain ammunition The foreign prey Winter is rapt And it's a cold, bitter trap Ride away Lose the virgin tribe [Verse 2] Lady, you're the Fort Ham of your dress No one will lay it and no one will say it Kids are like a wild, deer-y game Tough shank legs will never be the same (Ah) (Fashion) (Pass) (Passion) [Verse 3] There's a troop He's not plural, he's Dropped off by a desert shack Shandy Town, look at your lime sparks Under the tree She falls like a leaf (Flutter) [Verse 4] Stay on the primal scream track Rave up your fortune The miners will help you get back, back, back, back What they took away in '82 [Outro] Labor Labor There's a labor (Shop) (Shop) (Shop) Shoppin' Evil shoppin' Yeah, you, you're shoppin'! Oh, woah, woah, woah