I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good Lyrics - Singles - Taylor Steve

I have the road in my blood 

I drive a custom van 

I play the tunes 

I'm the neighborhood ice cream man 

So don't you mess this boy around 

The other day when the clinic had it's local debut 

Some chicks were trying to picket 

The doctor threatened to sue 

I don't care if it's a baby or a tissue blob 

but if we run out of youngsters 

I'll be out of a job 

And so I 

I did my duty 

cleaning up the neighborhood 

I blew up the clinic real good 

Try and catch me coppers 

Your stinkin' badges better think again 

Before you mess this boy around 

I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects 

I've hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex 

It's time to close 

Ohhh.... There she blows. 

History In the making 

You picked a fight. 

I pick dynamite 

I blew up the clinic real good. 

Preacher on a corner 

Calling it a crime 

The ends don't justify the means anytime 

I stood up on my van 

I yelled "Excuse me, sir 

Ain't nothin' wrong with this country 

a few plastic explosives won't cure"