1. |
Feed 'em Fish Heads
03:27
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Got tetanus runnin' through my veins
With lock jaw and a bit of cocaine
Everybody sees the shape I'm in
Sellin' tickets to a world of sin
But the devil done give up on me
So the world can just leave me be
(Chorus)
I'm gone, I'm gone,
Haulin' down that street
I'm gone, I'm gone
By my own two feet
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
We don't need 'em around
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
Leave that shit buried in the ground
Well I told you
I'm doing just fine
I work too hard
To have someone else try to run my life
(Chorus)
I'm gone, I'm gone,
Haulin' down that street
I'm gone, I'm gone
By my own two feet
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
We don't need 'em around
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
Leave that shit buried in the ground
Come one son, let's see what you got
(Chorus)
I'm gone, I'm gone,
Haulin' down that street
I'm gone, I'm gone
By my own two feet
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
We don't need 'em around
Say fuck it, feed 'em fish heads
Leave that shit in the ground
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2. |
Life Sucks
04:28
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Gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned
The only way I'll make it
down this long hard road
Like a opossum crossing interstate traffic
With a heavy load
My socks got holes, my shoes got holes
But where I need my holes
it gets infected and closed
On top of everything else I done asked in my beer
Can you hear when I'm preaching to the choir?
(Chorus)
Life Sucks! Life Sucks! Life Sucks!!
and then you die
Sit back, relax, and watch the whole thing go to hell
Life Sucks! Life Sucks! Life Sucks!
and then you die
I just wanna rock, just wanna roll
Just wanna live till I'm stuck down there
six feet in that hole
Been a holy saint since the day you was born
Till you find your woman shuckin' another man's corn
It would be an insult to call me a pig
It would be and insult to the pig that is
Bills, bills, bills, bills, bills, drugs and alcohol
Ain't wet my hook since 1997
(Chorus)
Trailer hitch. Busted Shin. Makes you wanna die!
I just drank a cigarette butt
What bastards been ashing in my beer
Like Hellen Keller whaling on electric guitar
Been screaming through my fingers
But can't see far
Middle fingers up in the air and salute the world
Can you hear when I'm preaching to the choir?
(Chorus)
Life sucks! Life sucks! Life sucks!
Like your mom in heat
Life sucks! Life sucks! Life sucks!
Without her teeth
Life sucks! Life sucks! Life sucks!
I got no luck
Life sucks! Life sucks! Life sucks!
and I can't get it up
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3. |
I'm Not Sorry
03:23
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No apologies
For who the hell I be
My mistakes I carry on my own
Breathing fire
Showing teeth
You wanna take a ride
Then take a fuckin' seat
Hell yea
When you see me comin'
Hell yea
You better hit the ground running
And take along with you
These words from my mouth
And nail them to your brain, I'm sayin'
(Chorus)
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I am, I say
I can't say it enough it's just you
Who's been playing the fool, I say,
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I see, who I be, I say
I can't say it enough
It's just you.
Got a snake skin heart
A shotgun smile
A nicotine soul
and alligator eyes
Prepare to wage war with the path up ahead
With a mouth full of cotton
and a pocket full of lead
Cause your enemy is fighting dirty
Dirty punches, dirty tricks, dirty hands and dirty money
And live by the law of the land
Ain't nothing more crooked than
The laws of man
Well I does what I do, and I does do it well
But those things that I do they may drag me to hell
And take along with you
These words from my mouth
And nail them to your brain, I'm sayin'
(Chorus)
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I am, I say
I can't say it enough it's just you
Who's been playing the fool, I say,
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I see, who I be, I say
I can't say it enough
It's just you
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I am, I say
I can't say it enough it's just you
Who's been playing the fool, I say,
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I see, who I be, I say
I can't say it enough
It's just you, who's the king of the fools, I'm sayin
I can't tell you enough I'm not sorry
For who I see, who I be, I'm sayin'
I can't say it enough
I can't spill it enough
I just can't spit it enought
It's just you
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4. |
The Sellout
05:52
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Woke up this morning
With my head in my hands
Ain't seen the sunshine since,
I don't know when
Stuck in this hell hole
What seems like all of my days
The only thing I can tell you, son
It's a hell of a way to get paid
(Chorus)
I sold my soul for some asshole's bankroll
I walk this earth
As a modern day slave
The only thing I can afford to do
Is go to work for a minimum wage
(Chorus)
I sold my soul for some asshole's bankroll
Get me out of this factory
Get me out of this town
Wanna go out in a blaze of glory
Wanna burn the whole thing down
Walk in that big cheese's office
Cold air hits my chest
With my hammer smash his lying head in
All over that expensive desk
Woke up this morning
With my head in my hand
Ain't seen the sunshine since,
I don't know when
When that warden asks me son,
Is this what you like?
Whether a job or a jail or a prison
It's the same old life
(Chorus)
I sold my soul for some asshole's bankroll
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5. |
Ol' Shotgun II
05:58
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I came home from a long hard day
My shit was gone
Some fool busted in
and had their fun
But fun like that, lord,
Is some dangerous fun
Now I'm coming for you, motherfucker,
With my old shotgun
(Chorus)
It's open season
We'll be hunting down theives
It's open season
Gonna bring 'em to their knees
It's open season
They'll be singing the blues
It's open season
Will my old shotgun be hunting for you?
Don't leave a trail
Not a goddamn thing
And you better hope that meth it fucking kills you
Before you run into me
Gonna make you squeal like a pig
Gonna bring you pain
I'm gonna bring you blood
I'm gonna bring you shame motherfucker
(Chorus)
It's open season
We'll be hunting down theives
It's open season
Gonna bring 'em to their knees
It's open season
They'll be singing the blues
It's open season
Will my old shotgun be hunting for you?
YOU BETTER RUN!!!
I'll be coming for you with my ol' shotgun
My old shotgun, hell yea
My old shotgun
My old shotgun, hell yea,
My old shotgun be hunting for you
You better fucking run if you know it's you
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6. |
Dance Monkey
03:04
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I'm tired of movie stars flapping their lips
What they talkin' 'bout I don't give a shit
Got enough people preaching down on me
Don't need to see it on my TV screen
(Chorus)
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Hey, monkey dance
Moving and groovin
Like there's ants in your pants
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Dance, Dance, Dance
Donald Trump can just suck my dick
Newscasters don't even
give news anymore
They just swirl their tongues
like a fuckin pack of whores
Trying to push their paychecks
Through our tired minds
Don't need your opinion
Cause I got mine
(Chorus)
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Hey, monkey dance
Moving and groovin
Like there's ants in your pants
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Dance, Dance, Dance
Bill O'Riley can just suck my dick
(Chorus)
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Dance, dance, dance
Moving and groovin
Like there's ants in your pants
Dance monkey, dance monkey
Dance, Dance, Dance
Celebrities can just suck my dick
Hollywood can just suck my dick
L.A. can just suck my dick
The whole world can
Suck my motherfuckin' dick
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7. |
Never Gettin' Out Alive
03:52
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Cheap whiskey's gonna kill me
Cheap smoke gonna bring me on down
Johnny Law they try to cage me
Won't stop till I'm in that ground
(Chorus)
Banging my head
Up against a brick wall
Like a goddamn son of a bitch
The noose around my throat
Been tightened again and again
Ain't never getting out alive
Whole world try to hold me back
But I shoulder that plow and keep on running
Cause in the end I'll get the last laugh
Goddamn worlds gonna get what's coming.
(Chorus)
Banging my head
Up against a brick wall
Like a goddamn son of a bitch
The noose around my throat
Been tightened again and again
Ain't never getting out alive
It's a slap to the face, it's a shot to the gut
It's a punch up in the head
It's spilling blood , it's going dark
And seeing red
No calling quits, no backing down
No going black
It's getting up, it's dusting off
And swinging back
(Chorus)
Banging my head
Up against a brick wall
Like a goddamn son of a bitch
The noose around my throat
Been tightened again and again
Ain't never getting out alive
Ain't never gettin' out alive
Ain't never gettin' out alive
Ain't never gettin' out alive
So burn that motherfuckin' world to the goddamn ground
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8. |
Shi Thead
04:33
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Woke up this morning I shit my bed
Running to the toilet I bust my head
Woulda laid their in a black haze
Then I remembered it was a court day
In the courtroom I sat and prayed
Judge gave me a fine and a couple jail days
But I spend my money on whiskey and beer
With my heels on my ass I was outta there.
(Chorus)
Too little too late
Getting charged by the state
Too little too late
Going wild in my mind.
Went to my woman's but my buddy was there
They were both pulling up on their underwear
Said "Why for, you stupid whore"
She said "Your dick wasn't needed here anymore
Cause your two inches long, and your ten inches wide
Gotta burrito it up just to get inside.
On top of that, your getting old and fat
So your best bet now is hit the road jack."
(Chorus)
Too little too late
Well, I think I should elongate
Too little too late
Going wild in my mind
Went to the bar to see who stopped by
But my tab was high so I stayed dry
Stole some beer from my dear old dad
Knowing later on he gonna kick my ass
Sitting in the dark trying to drink away
Every terrible moment of this awful day
Stumbled through the hall just to go to bed
In a cold dry shit I rest my head
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9. |
Pay Day
05:04
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Going in early, staying late
Working 80 hours a week at a job I hate
Oh, paydays a 'coming
Gonna hit it running
And I ain't gonna sleep for three goddamn days
I drink my bourbon whiskey
It's time to raise some hell
(Chorus)
Well, my teeth worn in, my back worn out
Everywhere I look is the wrong way out
Well, I don't give a mind if you treat me this way
Cause I don't give a damn about the things you say
My first stop at Wally World get diamonds for my baby girl
Crack a pack of dimes and buy a patty for my burger
My pockets on fire, so I make myself a liar
Buy everyone at Stix a round of Ol' Number 7
Well our last stop was an ol juke joint that nobody been in
Nobody thought it funny clogging sinks with all my money
Shoving dollars down the drain and I let the water roll
I drink my bourbon whiskey
It's time to raise some hell
And I'm gonna tear it down
I plan to do this well
(Chorus)
Well, my teeth worn in, my back worn out
Everywhere I look is the wrong way out
Well, I don't give a mind if you treat me this way
Cause I don't give a damn about the things you say
(Chorus)
Well, my teeth worn in, my back worn out
Everywhere I look is the wrong way out
Well, I don't give a mind if you treat me this way
Cause I don't give a damn about the things you say
Well long come Monday morning
It does run dry my well
And I swear, I ain't gonna learn my lesson
And I'll stay broke as hell
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10. |
Two Dolla Whore
03:00
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Sittin all alone of a Friday night
Well I scrounge around the couch for
A little luck
Going down the ROAD, HEAD to the east side
Gonna find me woman for
A few bucks
Ahhh son, you ain't the only one
You know me, big pimp better make it cheap
She's a 67 model, comes with plenty of miles
Got saggy head lights and bald tire
Got a leaky exhaust,
Comes at the lowest cost
And for two dollars down
you can drive her off the lot
Ahhh son, you ain't the only one
You know me, don't give a damn about an STD
Give me more, more, more of that two dollar whore
Give me more, more, more of that two dollar whore
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11. |
The Chinese Hustle
01:08
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Instrumental
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12. |
River Rock
03:29
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My eyes burn
My hands begin to ache
My mouths dry
My back is about to break
I work my days, I drink my nights
Some end up wrong, some end up right
The judge and the jury they know my name well
Pray to who'll listen I don't end up in jail
The devil claims to have a lock of my hair
But I don't fuckin' care
I work my days, I drink my nights
Some end with love, some end in fights
I take my dime to the wishing well
Pray to who'll listen I don't end up in hell
(Chorus)
You can't talk a river
Into just being stone
The whole world can judge
But I'm just fine on my own
You can't talk a river
Into just being stone
The whole world can judge
But I'm just fine on my own
I work my days I drink my nights
Some end up with love, some end with fights
Take my dime to the wishing well
Pray to who'll listen I don't end up in hell
(Chorus)
You can't talk a river
Into just being stone
The whole world can judge
But I'm just fine on my own
You can't talk a river
Into just being stone
The whole world can judge
But I'm just fine on my own
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13. |
Eternal Jamnation
06:36
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Walkin' through the fields of Mississippi
Met a man named Roland Stone
He said "Boy just sit right there
I'm gonna tell you how the south was won
But not the deep south, but the deeper south
So much deeper than space and time"
Then he sat on an old hickory stump
And he handed me a bottle shine
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
(Chorus)
Ya'll heard the same story before
About guitars, the devil, and stolen souls
But the one thing that you don't know
Is when the devil come back
from way down below
Eternal Jamnation is a place in hell
Where Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Cash
And Elvis dwell
The devils selling tickets
To them sold out shows
It's where all the sinners
They's 'a dying to go
When he finished he lit up his smoke
I hollered 'Fella can you get me in'
He says "You know I sure can my good man
But you'll be selling them tickets
To a world of sin"
Me and God we got our problems
But that's between him and me
Somehow we found a common ground
Between the moon and a bottle of Beam
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
(Chorus)
Ya'll heard the same story before
About guitars, the devil, and stolen souls
But the one thing that you don't know
Is when the devil come back
from way down below
Eternal Jamnation is a place in hell
Where Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Cash
And Elvis dwell
The devils selling tickets
To them sold out shows
It's where all the sinners
They's 'a dying to go
And there in the middle of the crowd
Sits Sir Robert Johnson
On his holy throne
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
We done hell on them guitars
Damage on them lungs
We slap the funk out of that bass
Beat the devil out of them drums
Kickin' back in Eternal Jamnation, in Eternal jamnation.
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14. |
Gatherin' Dust
06:18
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Travin' down a thousand miles of bad road today
Staring down these road signs lookin' back on my way
Some say look down, some say look up
Some say you're worthless you might as well give up
Lookin' out my rearview at al that I've lost
Put the pedal in the ground and just leave it all
Gatherin' Dust
Running out of gas so I pull to the side
Park beneath a billboard that reads "Run and hide"
To my right is the desert, to my left is the sea
Behind me the cold and in font is the heat
My heart turned to stone
My pride turned to rust
I pray for the day that my old bones lie
Gatherin' Dust
I'm Just Gatherin' Dust
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15. |
We Ain't Bad
07:38
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Voodoo woman told me once
While staring down at my hand
You were born under a bad sign
With a red right hand
Been raising hell
Since the day I hit the ground
Every day and every night
Don't back us in a corner
Or your gonna get a fight
(Chorus)
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
They don't call me John Henry
Just the hammer that he swings
That pool shootin' boy named Willy McCoy
Knows better than to mess with me
Standing on a frozen pond bank
Half dead and chopping wood
Wishing with all my life
I could do what I should
Shoulda just said No
Shoulda stayed in school
Shoulda drove a great big car
Instead I lived my life
Inside of a bar
(Chorus)
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
They don't call me John Henry
Just the hammer that he swings
I shoot my whiskey, I snort my coke
With Stagger Lee
If you come here asking for a halo
Then you're gonna get a no show
Cause them folks like us
They can do no good
We wear these scars like a badge
From the pain that we've lived
In the life that we've had
With that dirt on our hands
Let that hammer swing
Ya'll step back when that hammer swings
Ya'll step back when that hammer swings
Ya'll step back when that hammer swings
Ya'll step back when that hammer, when that hammer
When that hammer fuckin' swings
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
We ain't bad, but the bad don't fuck with us
When the dust settles to the ground
When that sun goes settin' down
When the witching hour comes around
What's this poor fool to do?
Get Drunk
Get Drunk
Get Drunk
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
On that homemade wine
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
On that clear moonshine
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Take a shot of dirty bird
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Wash it down with Steel Reserve
And smoke some fucking weed!
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16. |
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Instrumental
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