1. |
Whiskey Well
01:24
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My old lady is mean as hell aright
I been drinkin from the whiskey well tonight
Then you walk in like 5 alarms
Carve my name into your arm
And say maybe just forget about tomorrow
My old lady is mean as hell come on
We're gonna drink from the whiskey well till dawn
And if you see me on the street
Don't you fucking look at me
If you want to make it till tomorrow
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2. |
Chupacabra
01:30
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He never comes out in the light of day
Secret project from the CIA
Scaring the children all over the land
Blood on his face & a goat in his hand
Chupacabra
Where he comes from no one knows
Under the earth or from a UFO
Burning red eyes filled with hate
If you see those eyes
It's already too late
Chupacabra
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3. |
Love Ya
02:02
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I wanna love ya
I wanna love ya
I wanna love ya till there's nothing left of ya
I wanna love ya
Till you fall face down at my feet
I wanna hold ya
I wanna scold ya
I wanna mold ya till I control ya
And like I told ya
There's nobody knows ya like me
When the night comes down
And there's no one there
I'll come around
And show I care
And when the morning light comes in
I will be gone gone gone
Hey baby there's no denyin
You won't feel any worse for tryin
I wanna kiss ya
I wanna kiss ya
I wanna kiss ya and pretend I miss ya
I wanna kiss ya then kiss your ass goodbye
When the night comes down
And there's no one there
I'll come around
And show I care
And when the morning light comes in
I will be gone gone gone
Hey baby there's no denyin
You won't feel any worse for tryin
I wanna love ya
I wanna love ya
I wanna love ya till there's nothing left of ya
I wanna love ya
Till you fall face down at my feet
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4. |
Cowboy Song
03:00
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Cold outside of Omaha
When the sun goes down
Wind blowing cold and dry
Through an empty town
I rode in from Wichita
Miles down the line
Frozen heart & a monkey's paw
Murder on my mind
When the night falls
Lonely on the plain
And still I ride to wreck your
Home on the range
I can't forget the day
He stole your heart
And as you rose away
I felt the cryin start
And now I'm on my way
To shoot you down
Tomorrow you will lay
Inside the cold hard ground
When the night falls
Lonely on the plain
And still I ride to wreck your
Home on the range
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5. |
La Vagina Diablo
02:04
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6. |
One Day
01:14
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One day
You'll see
You're not
For me
And next day
Still the same way
One day
You'll know
There's nowhere left for you to go
Till the next day
Maybe one day you'll stop
Feeling sorry for yourself
Maybe one day you'll see
It hurts you and no one else
One day
There'll be
No one
But me
And next day
I will be gone away
One day
Oh no
There's nowhere left for you to go
Till the next day
Maybe one day you'll stop
Feeling sorry for yourself
Maybe one day you'll see
It hurts you and no one else
Maybe one day you'll stop
Feeling sorry for yourself
Maybe one day you'll see
It hurts you and no one else
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7. |
Sick & Tired
02:21
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I'm sick & tired of the shape I'm in
I'm sick & tired of the way it's been
I'm sick & tired of being broke
I'm sick & tired of rolling smokes
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired
I'm sick & tired of this life I live
I'm sick & tired how they never give
I'm sick & tired to wait so long
I'm sick & tired of the same old song
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired
Well it never works out like you want it too
And like they say, every day
I always end up playing the goddamn fool
I'm sick & tired of this life I live
I'm sick & tired how they never give
I'm sick & tired to wait so long
I'm sick & tired of the same old song
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired baby
I'm sick & tired
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8. |
Fletcher
02:13
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My name is Fletcher Hollingsworth the second
And I'm here to tell the story of my life
Come Sunday afternoon
They're gonna march me to that room
Strap me in that chair and take my life
They say I killed that woman with a shotgun
They say I dumped her body in the stream
Sometimes in my dreams
I still hear those far off screams
Somebody take these memories away from me
Goodbye mama
Goodbye papa
Goodbye to everyone I know
Please don't cry for me
Cause I was never meant to be
And it's a better world to which I go
My name is Fletcher Hollingsworth the second
Soon I'll be Fletcher Hollingsworth the damned
But that's all right by me
If it'll end this misery
Wash away the blood that's on my hands
Goodbye mama
Goodbye papa
Goodbye to everyone I know
Please don't cry for me
Soon I'll be just a memory
And it's a better world to which I go
I hope it's a better world to which I go
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9. |
Spooky
03:02
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Who's that knocking
On my window tonight?
I get so afraid to turn out the light
The wind is howling at my door
Only this and nothing more
Something crawling cross my floor
Something strange for sure
So spooky
Ghost or girlfriend?
Real or make believe?
Psycho killer, heart upon his sleeve?
Is it all inside my head
Or is there something more instead?
I can see the living dead
Crawl into my bed
So spooky
The wind is howling at my door
Only this and nothing more
Something crawling cross my floor
Something strange for sure
So spooky
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10. |
Lucky
01:37
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I was sleeping in my car last night
Outside the hotel where you stay
Something told me not to go there
But I did it anyway
And that's just the story man
That's how it always goes
When it comes to bad luck
I'm always lucky
I got fired from my job last week
For showing up on dope
I'm hanging off a long edge
On the short side of my rope
Now I gotta tell my wife
And then she'll tell everyone
When it comes to fucking up
I'm always lucky
Well my momma used to tell me
When I was just a kid
She used to say the best part of me
Must have run right down her leg
And I hope I get the chance
To live this life over again
Maybe next time
I won't be so lucky
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11. |
Get Your Ass in the Car
01:55
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I don't wanna hear about where you're supposed to go
Your mom and daddy they don't have to know
You got me hotter'n a cup of truck stop joe
These games of make believe you like to play
You can be the tunnel, I'll be the train
So let's go out behind this bar
Put my pickle in your jar
Come along we don't have to go too far
Get your ass in the car
It's been awhile since I had a sweet young thing like you
I don't wanna hear about what you're supposed to do
Tonight I'm gonna make my dreams come true
Tomorrow I'll be laughing with my friends
You'll be running out into the wind
So let's go out behind this bar
Put my pickle in your jar
Come along we don't have to go too far
Get your ass in the car
So let's go out behind this bar
Put my pickle in your jar
Come along we don't have to go too far
Get your ass in the car
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12. |
All Fucked Up
02:01
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Well it's Saturday night and I'm drunk as shit
By 9:35 I'm already lit
And I'm staring down this great big fucking bouncer
He's 8 foot tall and five foot thick
But I got something for that dick
If he brings his big ass any closer
Now I have always tried to be
A very peaceful man
But I tell you buddy there's just only
So much I can stand
Cause I'm all fucked up
All fucked up
All fucked up
I'm all fucked up tonight
He shoved me once, shoved me twice
So I decided to turn out his lights
And I cracked him in the forehead with a barstool
He staggered back and I grabbed my glass
And I commenced to whoopin on his ass
And that's when a one on one became a carpool
I guess I shoulda seen his buddies
Coming from behind
And by the time I did
It was too late to change my mind
Cause I'm all fucked up
All fucked up
All fucked up
I'm all fucked up tonight
They chipped my tooth
They blacked my eye
But I still say
I won the fight
Cause I'm all fucked up
All fucked up tonight
I'm all fucked up
All fucked up
All fucked up
I'm all fucked up tonight
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13. |
The Zippo Song (live)
02:43
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I'm trading in my Zippo for a Bic
If you don't like it you can suck my dick
I'm trading in my poodle for a hound
I got nowhere else to go but down
I'm trading in my family for a drink
Never want to have to sit and think
I'm trading in my woman for a girl
That's just how I rule my little world
I shoulda done it right, lord
But I done it wrong
If you feel the same tonight
Feel free to sing along
I'm trading in my Zippo for a Bic
If you don't like it you can suck my dick
I'm trading in my poodle for a hound
I got nowhere else to go but down
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