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Boss
03:44
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Some men got a lot of problems
I sure as hell got mine
Some other men ain't got no worries no
For them things turn out fine
For them things turn out fine
Some men do all the working
While some other men collect the reward
Some other men ain't got a goddamned problem
Taking what should be yours
Taking what should be yours
Sometimes a man gets all full of worry
Start thinking crazy
Start thinking about doing something he shouldn't do
Some men got a rich daddy
Lay everything in their laps
Some men ain't ever broken their backs
And they don't respect the men that have
And they don't respect the men that have
Some working men take that bullshit
Think its just the way things go
Some other working me start thinking about
Taking back what they're owed
Taking back what they're owed
Sometimes a man gets all full of worry
Start thinking crazy
Start thinking about doing something he shouldn't do
Some boss man like to go out drinking
And tell their wife they're somewhere else
Some boss man should be a little more concerned
Cause that body ain't gonna be found
That body ain't gonna be found
Some men know the combination
To that safe where the money lay
Some men would rather do some evil things
Than keep on living this way
Keep on living this way
Sometimes a man gets all full of worry
Start thinking crazy
Start thinking about doing something he shouldn't do
Some motherfuckers take that money
And drive north as fast as they can
To the backwoods of Alaska, yeah
Buy themselves a piece of land
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Whiskey and your lady parts are my two favorite things
What gets me out of bed, What makes me wanna sing
A lot of things you can take from me
And I'll still be ok
As long as whiskey and your lady parts stay
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
You can go on and take my car
I kinda like to walk
Rather you didn't take my tongue
But that's not cause I wanna talk
I ain't got a lot of money
But you can go on and take that too
As long as we got enough booze little girl we'll find something to do
Whiskey and your lady parts are my two favorite things
What gets me out of bed, What makes me wanna sing
A lot of things you can take from me
And I'll still be ok
As long as whiskey and your lady parts stay
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
We could get stranded on a desert island
I'll build us a little hut
Then we can sit down and try to figure out
How to make bourbon from a coconut
You ain't gotta wear no pants
Ain't nobody else around
We'll start us a little city, girl
Call it Vagina Town
Whiskey and your lady parts are my two favorite things
What gets me out of bed, What makes me wanna sing
A lot of things you can take from me
And I'll still be ok
As long as whiskey and your lady parts stay
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Don't invite me to your parent's house
On Thanksgiving day
There's gonna be a whole lot of trouble
When the family sit on down to pray
When your daddy turns to me
And says "Son, what are you thankful for?"
Ten to one odds that this here fella
Is getting thrown right out that door
Cause I don't give a damn about candied yams
And I've had turkey more than enough
Gotta tell that old man that his little girls
the only bird I wanna stuff
Whiskey and your lady parts are my two favorite things
What gets me out of bed, What makes me wanna sing
A lot of things you can take from me
And I'll still be ok
As long as whiskey and your lady parts stay
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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4. |
Earl, The Devil, and Me
04:28
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The devil went down to Nashville
He was looking for a record deal
He had some damn fine songs on acoustic guitar
and a friend Earl that played lap steel
We first met at a roadhouse bar
Right after they hit town
They spent their money on one way tickets
So I bought us a couple rounds
The Devil kept on talking bout
How he was gonna have it made
All of his boys from his hair metal years
Were selling country music these day
He talked slick and I was young
So it didn't take to long
Before I knew the words to every single one
Of the devil's songs
We had use some damn fine times
Down in Tennessee
We was gonna be big stars
Earl, The Devil, and Me
We hit the town and played some shows
Started to build a crowd
Everyone loved to come and see the devil play his music loud
He called his boys so they could come down
And see his brand new game
The devil was about to find out that everything had changed
His boys got sick of putting up
With artists and their needs
Egos, wives, and cocaine habits
Had gotten in the way of their greed
So they got them a team of writers
and they let those fuckers go
They wrote all the songs that you hear today
On country radio
They told the Devil and I can't say that he took it very well
He said "Motherfucker, I wouldn't play this lousy shit in hell"
He shook his head and stomped his feet and said
"Have I just been told that today is the day that the Devil
can't sell away his soul?"
We had use some damn fine times
Down in Tennessee
We was gonna be big stars
Earl, The Devil, and Me
The devil moved off to Norway
To start a black metal band
He was putting all his shit in storage
So I offered to lend him a hand
We finished up and said goodbye
And he thanked me for all of my help
He said "Son, there's some things that I see in you that remind me of myself"
I asked him if I could keep his songs and this here guitar
He said "Go right ahead but remember boy they won't get you very far"
"Go right ahead but remember boy they won't get you very far"
We had use some damn fine times
Down in Tennessee
We was gonna be big stars
Earl, The Devil, and Me
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5. |
Metal Girl
04:06
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Baby let me ride your lightning
I'll be your cowboy from hell
You know I'll go down south of your heaven
Oh so fucking well
Let me get down with your system
You can take my bulls on parade
Maybe someday we can settle down
And have some children of the grave
Cute little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You liked our band, and got us drunk
Gave us a place to stay
Sweet little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You know I'd head bang with you any day
Let me get a little motor head
You know I'll bark at the moon
Then we can put on metalocalypse
And lie on the couch and spoon
Girl I'm far beyond driven
To spend some seasons in your abyss
Anytime you wanna get a little weird
Just call the drummer from Tiger Piss
Cute little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You liked our band, and got us drunk
Gave us a place to stay
Sweet little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You know I'd head bang with you any day
Girl let me give you my number
I'll be your beast
You can be my little angel of death
Say now girl let me give you my number
You know I wanna be your beast
You could be my sweet little angel of death
Said girl let me give you my number
You know I wanna be your motherfucking beast
You can be my little Zarrah Angel of death
Cute little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You liked our band, and got us drunk
Gave us a place to stay
Sweet little metal girl
From Green Bay, Wisconsin
You know I'd head bang with you any day
Said you know I'll head bang with you
Any day
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6. |
Tickle The PitchFork
02:52
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7. |
Get a Little Weird
03:41
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There's a strange kind of feeling in the air tonight
That moon looks crazy and it don't feel right
But we're going out drinking
So lace those boots up tight
Cause nights like these tend to get bizarre
We might get to see the inside of a police car
Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
Well this whiskeys tasting awful smooth to me
To hell with one shot lets make it three
Even the bartender's got an evil look in her eye
Well it don't make sense to try and fight the gods
But on nights like these I like our odds
Hold on Mama its gonna get a little weird tonight
I said Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
Some nights are made for drinking hard
Waking up naked in the neighbor's yard
Some nights it just ain't easy to be good
Well it's gonna get blurry as the night gets late
We might wind up in another state
At that point we're just along for the ride
Like a mean old cat we're gonna moan and wail
I set aside $500 for bail
Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
I said Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
It's nights like these where I got my scars
Hopping over fences, jump from moving cars
A good story's worth a little bit of blood
Well it's time to settle in or head on home
And it ain't no fun being crazy all alone
Besides tonight we've got the devil on our side
So sit back baby this rounds on me
It'll be the night of your life just wait and see
Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight
Hold on Mama it's gonna get a little weird tonight.
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When I was a little boy, I had no use for games or toys
Like a bird takes to the wing, I took to dark and twisted things
As I traveled through my youth, I did my best to hide the truth
There's no use in trying to fight the hunger that I feel inside.
As the sun goes down,
I head for hallowed ground
With a shovel in my hand
Never know what you're gonna find
In the graveyard at night.
I did my best to gain control of that beast down in my soul
As the time ticks slowly by, my demons haunt my waking mind
Someday soon I'll give in, to my curse and to my sin
There's no use in trying to fight the hunger that I feel inside.
As the sun goes down,
I head for hallowed ground
With a shovel in my hand
Never know what you're gonna find
In the graveyard at night.
I've survived for way too long getting away with doing wrong
All those precious artifacts, rotting inside burlap sacks
Never a soul did I tell, but I can't control the smell
Someone's knocking at the door, I grab my shovel off the floor
As the sun goes down
I head for hallowed ground
With a shovel in my hand
Never know what you're gonna find
As the sun goes down
I head for hallowed ground
With a shovel in my hand
Never know what you're gonna find
In the graveyard at night
Never know what you're gonna find
In the graveyard at night.
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9. |
Wolf
04:39
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I'm gonna kill that wolf
Said I'm gonna kill that wolf
He bit my baby, He's bit my friend
He ain't no good, He ain't ever been
My hand is shaking from his howl and his pull
I'm gonna kill that wolf
First time I saw him was in my Daddy's eye
Once he'd been bit we all had to hide
It wasn't long before the sickness set in
We never saw our father again
I'm gonna kill that wolf
Said I'm gonna kill that wolf
He bit my baby, He's bit my friend
He ain't no good, He ain't ever been
My hand is shaking from his howl and his pull
I'm gonna kill that wolf
I've spent my whole life tracking him down
He likes the late nights on the dark side of town
The more I kept looking the less I could see
He'd always been there right behind me
I'm gonna kill that wolf
Said I'm gonna kill that wolf
He bit my baby, He's bit my friend
He ain't no good, He ain't ever been
My hand is shaking from his howl and his pull
I'm gonna kill that wolf
Some folks turn to doctors, others turn to God
But neither have helped me before
Some things in life you've just gotta do alone
So the next time he howls at my door
I'm gonna kill that wolf
Said I'm gonna kill that wolf
He bit my baby, He's bit my friend
He ain't no good, He ain't ever been
My hand might be shaking from his howl and his pull
But I'm gonna kill that wolf
I'm gonna kill that wolf
I'm gonna kill that wolf
I'm gonna kill that wolf
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10. |
Voice Like Hank
03:42
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Wish that I'd been born with a voice like Hank
People'd come a running to hear every song I sang
Sad to say things didn't turn out that way
But I don't give a damn I'm gonna keep on growling anyway
If there's something in this world that you want
Go on out and get it before you're gone
Life's too short to give a damn what people say
You get all full of worry and you waste away your days
You're the only one that's gotta walk inside your shoes
Some motherfuckers just wanna see you lose
If there's something in this world that you want
Go on out and get it before you're gone
I've known a few men with a yearning in their heart
They'd spend all day wanting but they didn't know where to start
That clock kept ticking and their time all slipped away
And their hearts grew bitter and they filled all up with pain
If there's something in this world that you want
Go on out and get it before you're gone
Wish that I'd been born with a voice like Hank
People's come a running to hear every song I sang
Sad to say things didn't turn out that way
But I don't give a fuck I'm gonna keep on growling anyway
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11. |
Rattle Them Chains
04:05
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If you cross that line there ain't no turning back
If you cross that line there ain't no turning back
The winter chill and the night so black
If you cross that line there ain't no turning back
You've got choices to make
We all have choices to make
You must decide the path you will take
We all have choices to make
Rattle them chains
Knock at the door
Rattle them bones
Fear for your soul
I can't believe the things that you've done
We can't believe the things that you've done
There's no where to hide, there's no where to run
We can't believe the things that you've done
I can't believe the lies that you told
We can't believe the lies that you told
You've no respect for your immortal soul
We can't believe the lies that you told
Rattle them chains
Knock at the door
Rattle them bones
Fear for your soul
Rattle them chains
Knock at the door
Rattle them bones
Fear for your soul
Dave verse
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