Some maniac butcher is trying to hack away your balls.
If I spray it on the seat, lady gonna tie a big knot in the meat.
I'll take you to the deepest, darkest, hottest lover's lane for a little spark in the dark.
I'm not crazy about country-western music. But the lyrics are good. "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy" is pretty clever.
We play it differently now. If we did the album now it would be different.
Do you feel your best when your strung out on your morphine and meth?