Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders Says they're on me when I sleep Waiting in the out-house for me Underneath the seat Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-
Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt What's your mama got hidden up her shirt? I like to play and I like to work But most of all I like bulldozers
on the door And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do By Saturday
My roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate?s gun My roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one
I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold I don't like the way he looks at you Or the way she looks at me, where they look at each other Like
She gonna fix you with that evil eye Unless you're holdin' your old man's hand You better pass on by, you better pass on by When my body dies will you
scared to go to sleep Sometimes I'm lower than the company I keep Ain't held down a job since 1984 I get by holding up convenience stores I get by on
We were bored, there was nothing going on. Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again. Then drink some more when the morning comes.
They looked in the White House and Capitol Hill They looked everywhere for Buffalo Bill We called every scholar, reporter and genius Has anyone seen the
Too much sex, too little Jesus Stacy's been a troubled teen ever since she's twelve She felt the world close in on her and thought she needed help Listening
All my family problems disappeared overnight We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so