Got A Rocket in My Pocket

It's not about sex

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'm grinding up my gears
Got a sacred mission baby
to burn the atmosphere

I'm making deals with Demigods
I'm selling out this town
Hear my afterburner thunder
When I whip my stick around

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'm spinning on the wheel
Thruster engines burning baby
My ship of carbon steel

Got a sellout pact with Satan
To burn the christian saints
Carpet bomb the harps of heaven
Fire missiles at the gates

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'm strapped into the seat
Stratospheres of fire baby
From napalm burning heat

I'm paying charms to theft Imams
To preach of blasphemy
I trade in lies for promises
My favorite currency

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'll sign up with the beast
Turn the fields to fire baby
to slaughter in the east

I love the stench of skeletons
when meat burns off the bone
Smelters full of burning peasants
Duped into being drones

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'll burn this b***h on down
Got you where I want you baby
My scorched earth underground

I'll make a scaffold with your bones
I'll hang you out to dry
Armed to teeth all barrels blazing
Your world I'll crucify

Got a rocket in my pocket
I'll ride my lightning flash
Hear the screaming Valkyries baby
The world will end in ash

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I'm going to add way to use all that piss and vinegar. LOL. Keep up the good fight.

[Baby Ricochet]

LOL! Will do

[Pryde Foltz]

A big bite of the intense. The problem is this demon exists in all of us if not kept in check. FABULOUS write.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Pryde

[icelandicblue]

Wow- this is intense, an intensity that would most definitely end the world in a heaping pile of ash and only a megalomaniac would be satisfied with that. BTW- quite the play on words.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Blue