Lynchtown U.s.a. Lyrics - Singles - Sloppy Seconds

Oil up your shotgun for the time of your life 

And tell the wife that you won't be home tonight 

Lock up your daughters in the hickory shack 

And jump in the back of my pick-up truck, all right 

We're gonna go downtown where the action is 

We're gonna plug a couple nigger-lovin' communists 

We're never ever ever gonna hear from them again 

And it's open season, so open fire! 

We got shit for brains and guns for hire! 

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It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to pay 

Here in Lynchtown 

Lynchtown, USA! 

Call up my uncle, he's the chief of police, 

The justice of peace, and the circuit judge besides 

We'll round up a couple of the good ol' boys 

We gotta make some noise, but let's leave our hoods behind 

We gotta show these long-hairs where it's at 

With burning crosses and baseball bats 

And they'll never ever be seen or heard again 

And in Lynchtown, nobody ever sings 

They don't know where they were or know what they did 

So it's the easiest thing 

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And it's open season, so open fire! 

We got shit for brains and guns for fire! 

It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to pay 

Here in Lynchtown 

Lynchtown, USA!