Slam!. . Can't touch this, we rule it with a clenched fist,. On, top fuel with a death grip. Judged, by a weak little man with a pen in his hand. And just doesn't fucking get it.
Time to light the fires and spill the waste,. (It'll be okay), drain the oceans,. Who needs them,. Anyway, (Not me). Pick the region then pick the fight,.
Broken heart, broken dreams, broken promise. Broken wings, broken spirit, break everything.. It breaks a body down.. Broken back, broken seams, broken life.
Pain and grief,. Keep us suffering. Send the poor to war,. Send the rich up to their suite. Stranglehold,. Hope unbeknown to me. A sentence for the feeble and acquittals for the king.
Don't give a damn about promise,. Or a diamond ring she's not built for comfort,. She's built for speed. . She got a chip on her shoulder,. A devious little thing.
Thrown away everything. Challenged hope, challenged fate. Fuck the world, fuck my place. Like it matters. Point your fingers at me,. Contest my integrity,.
Slam!. . Can't touch this, we rule it with a clenched fist,. On, top fuel with a death grip. Judged, by a weak little man with a pen in his hand. And just doesn't fucking get it.
You can't fight it,. No you got ta feed it to the fire,. Hold your feet to the flames,. You got it burnin'. . Stinging for the reason after burning like a jet airplane.
It's just the good ol' boy in me. I got my friends I got the recipe. For one hell of a life. . I got my girl, got my family. Got my booze and that's all I need.
You wanna understand this,. But you don't know me except for what I told ya,. Except for what I've shown ya,. I'll crush all crisis in my life, and live it my own way,.
Yeah!. Ya see I left my soul by the side of the road,. Somewhere down in Texas,. Where the minister spoke,. Said boy ya better find God,. Cause you're destined for sin.
Another hard night,. Fraying at the seams,. I took out the stitches,. But my scars will always bleed,. So dark inside,. I'm a hard story to read,. I'll probably never feel better,.
I've got a hole in my heart and I made it just for you. I've got something up my sleeve,. I wanna show you,. It's my life's work of tragedy and turbulence,.
It's truly false, and it sets the mood, cold and bitter as a winter day,. My love is dead and bruised. Did you ever wonder when or why it all went away?.
I know my enemy and I can't forget his name,. Distant memories of a man that just couldn't change,. And though I've tried to set aside,. I still carry them today.
I can't remember, the day we died!. My last memory, we were just tryin' to survive.. Ain't what it used to be, no I've grown cold.. Like watching the sun go to bed at the end of a lonely road..
We gotta get that something,. That little bit of anything,. Anyway,. Gotta do it for the dough,. Gotta go,. Cause money makes you smile,. Don't ya know.
Come on, a little bit of sunshine. A little bit of booze. A little bit of me. And a little bit of you. . A little bit country. A little bit of blues. .
Come on, a little bit of sunshine. A little bit of booze. A little bit of me. And a little bit of you. . A little bit country. A little bit of blues. .
Dismiss the face of reason. Deny all consequence. Fuck you and your opinion. We're coming to wage a fucking war against. Bring hell, we'll bring the fury.