I bet'cha them bullets can surely blow,. Me back to hell all down we go,. Lick your belly and I make you smile I hear ya,. I'm achin' I'm milking the miles,.
I'm sliding, sliding all around. I'm slipping, slipping on the ground. I'm gliding, make a figure eight. I'm sliding, isn't this great. We're slipping and sliding.
You try to lift the weights, but you say oh, oh, oh. Once you could do it, but now it's all, no, no, no. Where is your act man, can't get it off the floor.