Lyrics

REBELS

With these boots on I stand 6 foot 10
I drew a line in the sand and I ain’t movin’
This ain’t no snake oil pitch ain’t no old time religion

I won’t do what I’m told
like Brando in "The Wild One" he’s hell on wheels
I won’t do what I’m told
Like Prince killin’ on stage even in high heels
I won’t back down like Tom Petty vs MCA
Just like all you rebels in the USA

Like them posters with some black hat
Gunslinger wanted dead or alive
I got me a six shooter and a shotgun and a Dark Horse to ride
Flashes and quicksilvers pop and then I fade into the night

I won’t do what I’m told
like Brando in "The Wild One" he’s hell on wheels
I won’t do what I’m told
Like Prince killin’ on stage even in high heels
I won’t back down like Tom Petty vs MCA
Just like all you rebels in the USA

Gold sequin dress all them other girls judge you with envious eyes
I’ll ride through sidewinders, hot sands, and blood red skies
I’ll light your cold heart on fire with them sexy Tarantino lines

I won’t do what I’m told
like Brando in "The Wild One" he’s hell on wheels
I won’t do what I’m told
Like Prince killin’ on stage even in high heels
I won’t back down like Tom Petty vs MCA
Just like all you rebels in the USA