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Big Fuckin' Cowboy
02:31
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My blood soaked in the desert dirt, I've never felt so blessed
Coyotes howlin' in the mountains and some demons in my chest
I grabbed the nearest boy down to the ground I asked him for a light
He said I think you need some water; I said I think you need a fight
'Cause I'm a cowboy
Big fuckin' cowboy
More pious than a preacher's son, you're looking at a saint
Close my eyes and pray to Jesus "Lord please tell me my fate"
I drink and gamble like the chosen one, not one to overrate
When I get back upon my feet you'll see the people adulate
This cowboy
Big fuckin' cowboy
Mama, she loved me. She bought me my gun
Now she watches me from heaven, I was always mama's son
I serve my family with pride, you might say I'm offended easily
Never looking for a fight they seem to come naturally
To a cowboy
Big fuckin' cowboy
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Apparently you can't play golf without those perfect greens
And we choose Phoenix and Las Vegas just to make it more obscene
I'm sure it's fun, I'm sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen?
One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
We've made more kids than sandwiches since descending from the trees
But I think we can eclipse it by 2019
I really doubt that we can finish them. Oh I don't believe
One hundred fallow acres to entomb what we don't eat
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
The dead they don't say anything buried beneath the trees
In their boxes under monuments with grass that grows between
I doubt we're crowded while we're shrouded oh I bet we're quite carefree
One hundred fallow acres to preserve a memory
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
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We Work Real Hard
04:19
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Build a road, make it wide, tie a bow - countryside!
And lubricate it with bacon grease
String some lights, build a circle, name it "Sir," after the colonel
Even though it's probably elliptical
We stay busy
We work real hard
We stay busy
And we work real hard
Another way? That's not important. If you see it, guess it's working
If I'm honest I've been mostly comfortable
I read some books I do my best; well, more like I acquiesce
But seriously I get pretty busy
So busy
I work real hard
We stay busy
And we work real hard
Build a road, make it wide, tie a bow - countryside!
This time really scrub around the edges
String some lights, build a square, name it "Sir," after the heir
Even though it's probably rectangular
We stay busy
We work real hard
We stay busy
And we work real hard
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The People on the Show
04:35
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The people on the show
They always seem aglow
The people on the show
I wonder what they know
The people on the show
They always seem aglow
The people on the show
I wonder who they owe
The people at the top
They don't know when to stop
The people at the top
They never have to mop
The people on the show
They always seem aglow
The people on the show
I wonder what they know
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Draggin' Our Toes
01:47
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I may be fast or I may be slow
I'd rather never test and I'd rather never know
Just where I stand or where I fall
Don't make that make that make that call
Sappy victory songs are trying
I'll be happy long as I'm
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
I may be last and I may be small
I'd rather have panache even if I miss the ball
And if you race for victory
Don't wait don't wait don't wait for me
Here we are now, entertain us
Don't be shy I won't be nameless
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
Draggin' my toes across the finish line
I may be crass but I may be fun
Don't mind getting passed if we party when it's done
I've made more friends behind the pack
Be late be late be late fall back
A toast to all the winless souls
Who dance and banter as we go
Draggin' our toes across the finish line
Draggin' our toes across the finish line
Draggin' our toes across the finish line
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Look up now, take it from me
What you want now, if you believe
Silver trout and old chestnut trees
From Gilman to the South Aral Sea
And if we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
And if we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
Stock up now, listen to thieves
Prep your house, don't change what could be
Underground - the new destiny
Underground doesn't do much for me
And if we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
And if we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
Look up now, listen to me
What you want now, if we achieve
Silver trout and old chestnut trees
From Gilman to the South Aral Sea
And if we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
If we take it, so what
If we make it, so what
If we break it, so what
We can fake the short run
The fish in the bowl never worry about the sharks
The ones in the ocean must have missed Noah's fucking ark
Live your life as a chicken or a thoroughbred
Otherwise you're free, but you're probably gonna end up dead
At the top with our nasty little brains
The power to love or lead a cost effective fast food chain
Oh we're probably gonna end up dead
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