* car pulls up * Hey fellas Any of you guys seen Willie Calloway? Wille who, man? What you talkin bout? Calloway, Willie Calloway What this fool talkin
It's a tug of war What with one thing and another It's a tug of war We expected more But with one thing and another We were trying to outdo each other
Teardrops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can't find the room to move Well everybody
Ia??m a recovering undercover over-lover recovering from a love I cana??t get over recovering undercover over-lover and now my common law lover thinks
Corporal Brown is a tall boy Likes to go and fish Corporal's wife was quite fat Was a raving bitch And I'm a bit drunk as I watch They are yelling loud
A Cabos Carol (words by Vanna Bonta sung to Deck the Halls) Deck the feast with hot tamales! Fa la la la la, en chi la da.
Hey, did somebody break your heart With a careless word? Did someone tear your life apart Never knowin' you were hurt? Or did somebody try to break you
My pappy used to tan my hide Out behind the barn He taught me to be dignified Out behind the barn But when he took that strap to me, and turned
So sit back and relax and just watch the show Just let it go, just let it go Though we wait for the verdict in the time we will know Just where we'll
Montana is beautiful This time of the year What the fuck do I know My eyes are lying again The whiskey is wearing off I'm sobering up Last piss of the
Paint the windows black Candles burn to death Drop me a line Chlorine in the motor Give me the shot Bullet in the chamber. Feed me glass (shoot me up
Not today i'm not Said the greasy disgrace of a man You're the biggest fuckin' loser in town, fuck. Cheapest fuckin' hooker in town, fuck. I can sell
You would look beautiful With wires through your face You would look beautiful With traintracks for teeth I need your love, twistes and sick Broken
[Black Sabbath cover]
Another accident Up on 95 Motor oil blues Zero to sixty cruise You filthy loser, you Sunday driver Why don't you buy me a golden sewer? And paint the
I'm a gamblin' man. Every mintue, every second of my life. Walking here's the easy part. Miles from home in my piece of shit car. Look at me, kiss my
Workin the night shift again Got one more hour in me Shouldn't be near these machines, I'm askin' for trouble. Didn't learn my lesson the first time.
Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made