Из альбома: Stereopathetic Soul Manure
plastic donut, can of spam
there's no kindness in this land
better not let my good gal catch you here
she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer
coffee clothing pasted on
clean my gravestone when I'm gone
and you better not let my good gal catch you here
she's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear
hitch my horse up to the town
I got my toenails painted brown
and you better not let my good gal catch you here
she'll cut you down and put the blame on me
just a muscle in a bag
throw my baby, don't let her sag
ya better not let my good gal catch you here
she's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer