| Song | Hayseed Timebomb |
| Artist | Nine Pound Hammer |
| Album | Hayseed Timebomb |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cartwright | |
| He's got a one bedroom trailer, an' a brand-new satellite dish, a warm beer an' a remote control in his two clenched fists, | |
| An' he sits in his chair, thinking of all the things he's missed. | |
| Livin' on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer. | |
| It's Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers. | |
| With his momma's .38, he can blow away all his fears. | |
| He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot. | |
| He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots. | |
| He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute. | |
| He's headin' into town, riding on a derailed train. | |
| The devil's playin' skeeball deep inside his brain! | |
| People in this town will never forget his name. |
| zuo qu : Cartwright | |
| He' s got a one bedroom trailer, an' a brandnew satellite dish, a warm beer an' a remote control in his two clenched fists, | |
| An' he sits in his chair, thinking of all the things he' s missed. | |
| Livin' on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer. | |
| It' s Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers. | |
| With his momma' s . 38, he can blow away all his fears. | |
| He' s a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot. | |
| He' s thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots. | |
| He spent all his money on a oneeyed prostitute. | |
| He' s headin' into town, riding on a derailed train. | |
| The devil' s playin' skeeball deep inside his brain! | |
| People in this town will never forget his name. |
| zuò qǔ : Cartwright | |
| He' s got a one bedroom trailer, an' a brandnew satellite dish, a warm beer an' a remote control in his two clenched fists, | |
| An' he sits in his chair, thinking of all the things he' s missed. | |
| Livin' on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer. | |
| It' s Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers. | |
| With his momma' s . 38, he can blow away all his fears. | |
| He' s a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot. | |
| He' s thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots. | |
| He spent all his money on a oneeyed prostitute. | |
| He' s headin' into town, riding on a derailed train. | |
| The devil' s playin' skeeball deep inside his brain! | |
| People in this town will never forget his name. |