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Spare Me The Details
04:22
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too late to take a break
my mind is halfway home
but it's half-past eight
dilate, i can't think straight
stuck in thought and indecision
sweat-drenched, in gig-stench
please don't sit down-wind - it will make you cringe
baby, it's a cinch
geek by day, by night a vision
spare me the details
and join us on this heinous ride
monster cars and tractor pulls
south of us off 45
spare me the details
you and your corncob friends
yeah maybe you won't like it
but this could be the end
woe to you, oh earth and sea
moped beelzebubba just flipped off me
I got the third degree
pork-skin breath, hint of malt liquor
he's got a date he can't be late
winner of a dinner for two: a sizzler plate
less-filling, tastes great
introduces me to his sister
lack of rest is my sin
five more minutes of rest
looks like i'm late again
what a mental fen-phen
finish off leftover dinner
tell the guy who sang "oh what a beautiful morning";
shut your mouth get out of my way
shiny-happy people heed my warning
cause you won't like it
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Here Comes The King
03:29
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it’s up around his head but he doesn't know what to say
panic fearful desperate it hurts him everyday
may push out and push in goin over the top
Keeps him going up and down the aisles
keeps him going - a thousand thirsty smiles
keeps him going up and down the aisles
keeps him going for forty live hundred miles
but he’s known as the king both to you and me
here comes the king here comes the big number one
here comes the king with a loaded brew gun
What a shame who’s to blame?
I’m jaded some say overrated
but that’s yet to be debated
empty pockets do fear
five bucks for a watered down warm beer!
some aren’t proud of what he does; friends say it’s fine
he’s trying this and that and running out of time
they push out and push in goin’ over the slop
row three still cant make up their mind back to the top!
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El Campo Slugger
04:56
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it was H.B. who told me about him and his friends
they like to take their clothes off
and they like to show off their bare-ends
the one day that i did it i stripped without a fight
we took off driving and we had a mailbox bustin’ night
and i’m naked again
I’m always trying to think of something
that will get me bare
(1) looks like I’m addicted to nuthin’
(2) i’m addicted to mailbox bustin’
there’s nuthin’ that can stop me
I can’t even stop myself
my neighbors all know my face
think it’s better for my health
the one day that i did it i stripped without a fight
we took off driving and we had a mailbox bustin’ night
strolling around with my pine-tarred bat in my hands
(you know we’re gonna kick some mailbox ass)
it’s autographed by some quy named Cal Ripken
(do the deed and get out fast)
as hard as i may as hard as i might try
(johnson and the boys are swingin’ around)
i swing and swing and swing with all my might
(well then you shouldn’t let your pants down)
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S.O.B.
04:01
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covers paid the music is right
gonna dance until the morning light
bands playin’ the music is pumpin’
tempers flare and all of a sudden
in walks this guy who looks up tight
bark is worse than his overbite
failing arms and words of hate
another night of worthless bait
he’s the same sad son of a bitch
who tried to keep me down
now he’s takin’ all from me
gonna dread this clown
last call - alcoholic fringe
seconds left until a rolling rock binge
band fades the music ceases
tempers flare as the thirst decreases
in walks this guy who looks uptight
his head doesn’t seem screwed on just right
WWF verbal oven
Wahoo Mc Daniels and Nature Boy shoving
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The Suspects Houston
[ska dub rock reggae]
Playing Houston and elsewhere since 1993.
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