1. |
Dropout
02:12
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I don't wanna grow old and buy a cemetery plot.
I just wanna stay high up until I drop
Don't need no instructions on how to rock
Its wine, women, and song all around the clock
I aint the best that your gonna see
But I use more than I got
If ya know what I mean
Some say that I'm a slob
Even call me a whore
But its the only life ive found
Worth livin for
I don't see a point in lookin back
Id rather die right here, right now
Than to live in the past
A million miles a minute
Down a one way track
So douse me in your gasoline
and baby strike my match
Cause I aint gonna grow old and buy a cemetery plot
I'm just gonna stay high up until I drop
I don't need no instructions on how to rock
Its wine, women, and song all around the clock
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2. |
Meth Breath
02:18
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Meth Breath
On the nape of your neck
Meth Breath
Creepin cross your flesh
Meth Breath
Put those legs to the test
I'm gonna get you like I got all the rest
Tonight I ride
In search of fresh meat
Through hollowed eyes
Ill stalk these streets
No place for you to hide
and aint a soul in sight
How could this be wrong
When it feels so right
Meth Breath
On the Nap of your neck
Meth Breath
Creepin cross your flesh
Meth Breath
Put those legs to the test
I'm gonna get you like I got all the rest
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3. |
Freerider
01:07
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I don't care about tomorrow
When I'm dead don't cry for me
Got no time for tears or sorrow
I'm livin hard and ridin free
Fuck the 9 to 5, livin day to day
Wake up every morning just to throw your life away
Stress about bills you don't even wanna pay
Cant you people see your just glorified slaves
You can look down and criticize me
But you don't understand what it means to be free
I wont spend my life rotting in a cage
every second on the knife until theres dirt on my grave
Cause I don't care about tomorrow
When I'm dead don't cry for me
Got no time for tears or sorrow
I'm livin hard and ridin free
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4. |
Dixie Wrekt
02:00
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Oh Malort
I need another snort
Wontchya gimme a toke
before I lay down and croak
My eyes are feelin saggy
Think I need another baggy
They've slipped me the micky
I need a pound of sticky icky
I'm getting Dixiewrekt
Because my lifes a mess
and its the only way
that I can handle this stress
I'm getting Dixiewrekt
So long as I draw breath
and I aint gonna stop
until my heart beats out my chest
An ounce of speed
and a jug of the shine
forget about the women
all I want is the wine
Yeah,gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme some more
Until I'm blacked out
belly up
dead on the floor
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