Lyrics
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
Score no more
Score no more
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
Working for the black gas
Cowboy No. 1
A born-again poor man's son
Poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen-yeah
Working for the black gas
You know
(Repeat)
Working on the black gas
Switch off your shield
Switch off and feel
I'm working on loving-yeah
Giving you back the good times
Ship it out-out
I'm working for the black gas
Tell the that you're winning
Love and life
Love and life
Listen to the voice sing
Follow me
Listen to the voice sing
Follow me
(Repeat)
We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb-yeah
Sock it to me biscuits-now
Are we living in a land
Where sex and horror are the new Gods?
Yeah
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
