Powerman 5000 - 20 Miles To Texas, 25 To Hell | Текст песни

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Well, well, well... The world's first decapitated percussionist, Jordan. The first beater lost... Welcome, folks, to WKUL. Just left of Hell on the dial. Just right of--yes, thank you very much. I'd like to send this out to all the southern brothers and sisters. It's a brand new one, it's called "20 Miles to Texas, 25 to Hell"

20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell
Where the weather's hotter I could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like I was born to be misunderstood

20 miles to Texas!! 25 to Hell!!
20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell

I was born for stealing I wasn't made to sell
Carved out of bone and ash, steel, dirt, concrete
An arm for an arm a leg for a leg
One dead end street

20 miles to Texas!! 25 to Hell!! Fire's on the side of the road people toe to toe
Warm your hands on burning blood
I gotta go... go
20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell

If she ever loved me, I could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like I was born to be misunderstood