Afraid of my own shadow, I'm in the heat of battle Breaking necks from hell (?) to breakfast On the ground (?) like the mad woman's piss Tell her, miss, you have to kiss a few frogs before you find a prince on a fence The greatest thing since not to mince (?) words You couldn't pull a pint, never mind a bird (?) I'm rounding third heading for home Take on the lace (?) with my own I feel it to the bone 'Cause when they roam I get blown to smithereens Not worth the hill (?) of beans that the pop (?) calling the grass green There's not an I in team Step within a June bride's jeans (?) Full steam ahead If this is living I'd rather be dead You ain't worth the salt that goes on my bread Rolling out the wrong side of bed and seeing red Bloodshed I'm still dreaming, drink the demon rum Take the money and run run run
I will survive Late for my funeral, rather be dead than alive Life is too short, death is too long Trying to write a hit, sell my soul for a song Buy a hooker, buy a truck I will survive
Older than violins (?), sweeter than music Not the size of deal but how you use it If these heads were just screwed on I'd bet they lose it This is one old dog that got taught some new shit Act up, push it back Hungry enough to eat the north end (?) outta the south bound Wow, give me now, maybe later Not till you meet Jamaica, it's now or never The night that's worse before it gets better The next day it's cold or red letter Track rats fed the cheddar, it's cheesy Life would be boring if it was meant to be easy The squeaky wheel gets the greasy Roll the blazie Do I smoke herb to please me? Music is life, smoking that shit The more you suck, the higher you get