We are a product of the southern working class and the industry.
Don't you dare sell the devil your soul,
because it costs way more than cheap whiskey,
and all your kids will grow up to love rock and roll.
So drink yourself to sleep. We'll be the enemy.
But we won't piss on your gums if your teeth catch fire.
Don't think for yourself. Just do what you're told.
And fucking politics will be your inability.
Now we will get what we all deserve.
You do the two step and I'll do the tango.
While the boys make their rounds in the limousine.
Someone else will be their savior if you don't go.
The thrill of being raped.
It makes you want to stay and put your hand in
but we thought you were a mannequin.
We'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.
Never knowing where we're going.
Now we live like the French in Hell.
Killing mockingbirds for dimes in a white trash rodeo.
We killed the infantry, got blood on the bed,
and we still don't do a damn thing we're told.
Now this is killing you. American taboo.
It's just a feeling of being replaced.
It's enough to drive sheep to the perilous age
of being redefined by everything they hate.
Now we will get what we all deserve.
You do the two step and I'll do the tango.
While the boys make their rounds in the limousine.
Someone else will be their savior if you don't go.
The thrill of being raped. It makes you want to stay and put your hand in
but we thought you were a mannequin.
We'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.
Never knowing where we're going.
Your daddy is a killer and your mom is a slut,
but nobody really cares because we all want some.
If we should fail then God forgive us, its priority one.
We're here to the Devil's work. Participate or go home.
Your daddy is a killer and your mom is a slut,
but nobody really cares because we all want some.
If we should fail then God forgive us, its priority one.
We're here to the Devil's work. Participate or go home.
Now we will get what we all deserve.
You do the two step and I'll do the tango.
While the boys are stuck on bourbon and gasoline.
We'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.
Never knowing where we're going.