Feel so good about a piece of trash
the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,
the worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,
white lightnin' and old fruit jar
i get juiced from africa to spain
ghetto blastin' down the lane,
the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades
dig my grave with a silver spade,
makin' a list, takin requests
ripping the blues out of the your vest
strychnine
hit it with a club, stripmine
you felt the plugs
when you dig up the path, the (?)
beat your fists through the static and noise
cause i got the blues, and I Can't Be Satisfied..
get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..
{scream}
yeah
Jon Spencer: you got it!
is that good?
Jon Spencer: you got it!!
alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you want me to do one more?
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you got the flavor
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you got the flavor!