Lyrics:
about me, oh, and don't be fooled by his kiss, no no no no
And don't let him steal your heart away, your heart away
Don't let him take it, don't let
you know my body hurt
It being summer, I took off my shirt
And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt
West Texas cowboys, they was all around
I, drop 'em like its hot
Pass 'em the Glock, my little shorty's a chip off the old block
Go against Joe, let 'em and show
I give you 10 ways to kill
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're
him know, never mind yo, I need you to go
Take this snow up to 1-5-0, see Joe
Get that, come back with that, we can split that, sit back
Fuck, puff
about it past is past
All you crusty punks that are into Crass
Go and take a shower and wash that ass
We rock non stop here in New York City
Sweet
Yeah, it's about that time, yeah
Time ta take off partna, alright
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-G
Get your doe or die partna
Yup, let's go
Still
nigga
You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
We take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion
We have your attention
to you
To show you there ain't nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?
Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut 'em off
Then got 'em pickled
don't trust ole Gorbachev
And I don't know who turned him on
But it's time to turn him off
[Chorus]
Now they're tryin' to take my guns away
baseball stadiums, talkin' to Joe Morgan
Cincinnati Reds, I'm over your heads
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush
No time for coffee, ice
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
like the old
Madam La Rue pinball, a serious semi truck
Until almost mysteriously, well it was the
Lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe
This happy hippy huddy hiddy handa
I recall uncle Joe a man of few words
He lives down the road a street next to mine
It's a small town down
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
Street why not take a chance
It's a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn
I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned
it's better like that
I know we been fallin' off-track
Bring it right back
Let's just let the time roll past
We don't gotta take it too fast
Bring
down.
Nothing new about putting off
Or putting myself on.
Looking to tomorrow is the way the loser hides
I should have realized by now that all my
paradise, na-na-na
Feels like paradise
Woah, now, take it slow now
We done took it from the bed to the floor now
Woah now, this Joe now
Got her friends
free
Take a load off Fanny
And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me
Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say
It's just old Luke,
stain
It'll be washed away by tomorrow's rain
Little brother I'm telling you now
Your pride can take a hit
Little brother take a deep breath
Cool off
I held my breath and I stood my ground
And I watched that ship go sailing
Out to sea
Take it back
Take it back
Oh no, you can't say that
All
pretty to me
Just like it always did
Oh, like the Spanish city to me when we were kids
She took off a silver locket
She said remember me by this
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