Paroles de Danger Of Death

Sitting in a pub on a Thursday night The beer is flowing fast I see a man in a danger suit Stumbling as he walks past Me and my friends don't know what to do Around this dangerous presence He stumbles forth and drops a big black bag Approach and offer assistance He says Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing, son! Don't touch the bag Danger of death Don't touch the bag Danger of death I was surprised, didn't know what to do It was just a helpful action I was shaken and quite taken aback By this over-reaction Napalm or germ-warfare or a nuclear bomb? How could this be so important? I go back to my laughing friends Happy in their entertainment You know, he said Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing? Whatcha doing, sonny? Whatcha doing, son! Don't touch the bag Danger of death Don't touch the bag Danger of death Listen, son, why can't you see? This thing is nothing, just let it be This is bigger than you and me Think of national security Don't touch the bag Danger of death Don't touch the bag Danger of death Don't touch the bag Danger of death Don't touch the bag Danger of death