[Verse I Buck 65 as Dirk Thornton] You got stars in your pockets I wish everyone could see Mr. man you got an asshole where your elbow should be I hope you [?] say so to your lady friends And later that day you get run over by a Mercedes Benz 80's bands, Ladies boxes, writing tonsils, walks on water Working weekends as a waiter with the Deacon's daughter Frequent flier mileage trying to answer to a higher calling Dance around in circles solid chance to find a secret message Take a minute learn your lesson This is for your own concern So listen without [?] The possibilities are infinite Facilities are may still be rusty Must be smoking silly weed Trust me I ain't joking Don't forget to get your fingers dusty Distant drunk, [?] dream [?] debt, with some machine Could come between us Stomach hits with atomic submarine For instance bad example Keep it simple People need to fight their battles Fill their bottles Park their cars With no remarks And make up better
[Hook] Chokehold, Chokehold [x8]
[Verse II] Let's make a toast to the ghost of Hank Williams Yell 'em "hoist high I was suppose to bank millions" Close but no cigar No guitar Son/Sun of the closest star Closeout stores and constant stares Rhyming pairs and going forward Leonard Cohen self-centered No one noticed The host entered Running with the hunted and the haunted and the ill mannered Not that it mattered to the hot-head most chatting Slowly but surely turning purple in your sowing circle Circus people serve as tension Censorship me sure to mention Living in a fancy mansion Some what like the Manson family Unfamiliar new material Similar to a serial killer [?] mysterious theory The serious leader is vastly inferior Sorry Francis [???] Territory totally boring Blown out of portion And then cost a fortune end of story Moral of the tail is to listen to your heart And then believe it through your damage Til you wear it on your sleeve and that's a...