1. |
Sober
02:51
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What do I do
With these feelings?
Don’t wanna feel ‘em
Don’t know how
Maybe some day
I’ll wanna
Don’t don’t don’t
Wanna feel ‘em now
*
I wish I was a fruit-fly
On the open wound of a fruit
Body bathing in alcohol
And the smell of rotting fruit
*
Sober sucks
Hurts like hell
Drunken feels
Just like well
I miss blackouts
Drunk with you
If you were alive
You'd miss you too
*
I wish I was a fruit-fly
On the open wound of a fruit
Body bathing in alcohol
And the smell of rotting fruit
*
Who wants
To die sober?
Who wants
To feel death?
When I go
Hope I'm drunk
With whisky
On my dying breath
*
I wish I was a fruit-fly
On the open wound of a fruit
Body bathing in alcohol
And the smell of rotting fruit
A bath that tastes like god
A smell that smells like joy
I wish I was a fruit fly
When I was just a boy
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I'm flying down to Salvador
To settle up a score
Rufus won't be beating on
My sister anymore
He says that she don't mind it
He says she likes it rough
If I remember this tomorrow
I didn't drink enough
Rufus thinks he's gangster
Rufus thinks he's smart
Rufus ain't a badass
He's just a chicken fart
Rufus gonna find out
He ain't so fucking tough
If I remember this tomorrow
I didn't drink enough
I'm drinking airplane bottles
Popping them like pills
I ain't afraid of flying
But they help me to sit still
By the time I corner Rufus
I'll be drinking harder stuff
If I remember this tomorrow
I didn't drink enough
There's Rufus in a lawn chair
Sucking on a beer
He's trying to act casual
But he don't like that I'm here
And he don't like my expression
But he thinks it's just a bluff
If I remember this tomorrow
I didn't drink enough
I got woke up this morning
When my sister shook me hard
Dirt and blood on my overalls
From digging in the yard
I'm guessing Rufus lost the fight
I'm guessing he got snuffed
I just can't remember
I guess I drank enough
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3. |
Hoe Cake
04:35
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Choke cherry butter
With catfish pie
Boiled gizzards
And lizard on rye
Fry me some hoe cakes
We’ll have us a fry
Pull out the hoe, we’ll
Have us a fry
*
Me with my Molly
You with your guy
We’re jumping and dancing
We don’t care why
*
Cranberry comet
With fluberry pie
Hoe cake batter
Let’s have us a fry
You brought some plums
We’ll give them a try
Pull out the hoe, we’ll
Have us a fry
*
You with my Molly
Me with your guy
We’re jumping and dancing
We don’t care why
Verses:
It looks like corn pone
But not so dry
The best damn cake
That money can’t buy
Toss me some pecans
Don’t be shy
They might taste funny
But we ain’t gonna die
*
You and me jumping
Molly with your guy
We’re jumping and dancing
We don’t care why
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4. |
Sexual Congress
05:50
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Sexual congress
Is dirty as sin
Sexual congress
Is dirty as sin
They were having sex in Jericho
When the walls came tumbling in
Sexual congress
Is dirty as sin
Sexual congress
Is dirty as sin
I keep knocking at your door
Honey please don’t let me in
*
Bumblebee
Bumblebee
Why does my sting
Keep torturing me
Bumblebee
Bumblebee
Why does my sting
Keep torturing me
*
Impure thoughts
Will darken your soul
Impure thoughts
Will darken your soul
When Rachel coveted Magdelene
She lost all control
Impure thoughts
Will darken your soul
Impure thoughts
Will darken your soul
You better not love me
My soul is dark as coal
*
Bumblebee
Bumblebee
Why does my sting
Keep torturing me
Bumblebee
Bumblebee
Why does my sting
Keep torturing me
*
When I pray to god
I get satan's advice
When I pray to god
I get satan's advice
God punished Moses
When he struck the rock twice
When I pray to god
I get satan's advice
When I pray to god
I get satan's advice
If you decide to love me
You're gonna pay the price
*
Bumblebee
Bumblebee
Why does my sting
Keep torturing me
*
If I could have you
I swear I'd risk hell
If I could have you
I swear I'd risk hell
In the desert Jesus
Heard what Satan had to sell
If I could have you
I swear I'd risk hell
If I could have you
I swear I'd risk hell
I think Jesus would forgive me
He knows I'm under your spell
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