Those Poor Bastards - Radio Country | Текст песни

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• Those Poor Bastards
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Radio Country, that sodomizin' beast
Radio Country's been killin' me

They take hurtin' music, they turn it to trash
they fuck you right up in the ass, (boy)
they fuck you right up in the ass
and I hate the sound, that slick, soulless sound,
put it six feet underground,
put that shit deep underground (I'm warnin' ya)

Ten years from now, the old singer's
will be dead in their graves
who's gonna carry on that old time sound
not the fuckers you hear on

Radio Country, that sodomizin' beast
Radio Country's been killin' me

They don't play Hank Williams or old Johnny Cash,
they fucked him right up in the ass (yes they did)
they fucked him right up in the ass (and I'll tell ya)
that bullshit they play, it all sounds the same,
'cause the singers sing whatever they're told
cocksuckers got no minds of their own

Ten years from now, the old singer's
will be dead in their graves
who's gonna carry on that old time sound
not those fuckers you hear on that radio