Biography:
The Presidents of the United States of America, commonly referred to as simply The Presidents or PUSA is a Grammy-nominated American alternative rock band. The band formed in Seattle, USA, in 1993. The three-piece currently comprises vocalist and "basitarist" Chris Ballew, drummer and vocalist Jason Finn and "guitbassist"/vocalist Andrew McKeag. Long time "guitbassist" and vocalist Dave Dederer departed the band in 2004, after 11 years. They have released five studio albums since forming in 1993.
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Other songs:
- Back Porch
- Bath Of Fire
- Cleveland Rocks
- Drool At You
- Ladies And Gentlemen Part One
- Loose Balloon
- Lump
- Mach 5
- Mixed Up Sob
- My Date With The Presidents Daughter
- Peaches
- Some Postman Is Grooving
- Sunshine
- Tiny Explosions
- Toob Amplifier
- Truckstop Butterfly
- Ventura Highway
- Video Killed The Radio Star
- Volcano
- Were Not Gonna
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Bath of Fire
[Verse I]
D A
I let my thirsty boots wander all over
G
And they come home with lies about women
D A
And in the evening toe up to the stars
G
Sun is comin' up and somethings feelin' funky
D A
Old moldy korn club stuck in the mud it makes me
G
Wish for a million dollar view
D A
Spend my last lone quarter on the korn klub's kool aid
G
And there's nothin else i'd rather do
[Chorus]
D A
There's nothin like a bath of fire
C G A
To get this deep down dirt outta me
D A
There's nothin like a bath of fire
C G A
To get this deep down dirt outta me
[Verse II]
D A
Razor fanged rattlesnake only tryin' to protect itself
G
I had to haul off and blow it's little head away
D A
Sucked out the venom kept the little skin and
G
Meat found it's way onto my plate
D A
There go my boots complainin' tellin me it's time to go stompin'
G
I'd better listen or they'll kick my ass
D A
Hell is down there yawnin' hopin i fall head first in it
G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
[Verse I]
D A
I let my thirsty boots wander all over
G
And they come home with lies about women
D A
And in the evening toe up to the stars
G
Sun is comin' up and somethings feelin' funky
D A
Old moldy korn club stuck in the mud it makes me
G
Wish for a million dollar view
D A
Spend my last lone quarter on the korn klub's kool aid
G
And there's nothin else i'd rather do
[Chorus]
D A
There's nothin like a bath of fire
C G A
To get this deep down dirt outta me
D A
There's nothin like a bath of fire
C G A
To get this deep down dirt outta me
[Verse II]
D A
Razor fanged rattlesnake only tryin' to protect itself
G
I had to haul off and blow it's little head away
D A
Sucked out the venom kept the little skin and
G
Meat found it's way onto my plate
D A
There go my boots complainin' tellin me it's time to go stompin'
G
I'd better listen or they'll kick my ass
D A
Hell is down there yawnin' hopin i fall head first in it
G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
D A C G
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
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