作曲 : Angelo, Followill, Followill
Dirty belly of a secret town
Cheap trick hookers that are hangin' out at the bar
Near the Greyhound station
And the bare-chested boys are going down
On every thing that the momma believes
Pack of smokes and a little bump of cocaine
Help you feel not so strange
Said old Pa, "She don't get offUnless somebody's standing near herAnd she'll shine once she's crossed the line'Cause all tied to a chair"
I said, "Lay it now on the groundThrow in a white noise soundLike a tranny on a ten"
All the bubbas got their heads in a nod
They don't know what they love or deserve to get
Chances are they're [Incomprehensible] in a slab
Doesn't even know which fish that he like to bite tonight
Ah, tonight, tonight, tonight
Ah, maybe tonight
Said old Pa, "She don't get offUnless somebody's standing near herAnd she'll shine once she's crossed the lineHands all tied to a chair"
I said, "Lay it now on the groundThrow in a white noise soundLike a tranny on a ten"
Comes home on call, ain't now that peace?
Fingers in the dirt, spitting out his teeth
Spitting out his teeth
Comes home on call, ain't now that peace?
Fingers in the dirt, and he's out spitting all his teeth
Spitting out
Said Pa, "She don't get offUnless somebody's standing nearAnd she'll shine once she's crossed the lineHands all tied to a chair"
I said, "Lay it now on the groundThrow in a white noise soundLike a tranny on a ten"
I said, "Lay it now on the groundThrow in a white noise soundLike a tranny on a ten"...