1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
Dirty belly of a secret town,
Cheap trick hookers are hangin' out at "The Barn" at the greyhound station,
And the bare-chested boys are goin' down,
On everything that their momma believed.
Pack of smokes and little bump of cocai-i-ne,
Help you feel not so strange.
Unless somebody's standing near her,
And she'll shine, once a, she's crossed the line,
Hands all tied to a chair.
All the bubba's got their, heads in a knot,
They don't know what they love, or deserve to give,
Chances are each have one a minuites left,
He doesn't even know which fist that, he'd like to bite tonight,
Oh tonight, toni-i-ght, tonight. Well maybe tonight
Unless somebody's standing near her,
And she'll shine, once a, she's crossed the line,
Hands all tied to a chair.
God's the only call,
And now the priest's,
Finger's in the dirt,
Spittin' out his teeth, Spittin' out his teeth.
God's the only call,
And now the priest's,
Finger's in the dirt,
And he's a, Spittin' out his teeth, Spittin' out!.
Unless somebody is standing near her,
And she'll shine, once she' cross the line,
Hands all tied to a chair.
Oscillating on the ground, blowin' white noise sound,
Oscillating on the ground, a blowin' white noise sound,
Oscillating on the ground, blowin' white noise sound,
Oscillating on the ground, blowin' white noise sound,
Oscillating on the
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