Well I was never meant to work but I was meant to make money And I don't need a band to get hot girls to fuck me Some say I'm heartless some say I'm just
ties (done dirt cheap) dirty deeds, I gotta lotta dirties (done dirt cheap) dirty deeds, c'mon (done dirt cheap) dirty deeds done dirt cheap dirty deeds, I gotta lotta dirties (done dirt
I'll be happy to be Your back door man Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap repeat repeat repeat Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT Done Dirt Cheap Neckties, contracts, high voltage Done Dirt
've Made Me You, You Are So Special You Have The Talent To Make Me Feel Like Dirt And You, You Use Your Talent To Dig Me Under And Cover Me With Dirt
the hungry rabbits Flooding the land My heart Oh, the twist of cruel cold turn To wring me free Dry eyes by the subtle waters' rise Dirt will crack again Dirt
Gon' walk down that dirt road, 'til someone lets me ride Gon' walk down that dirt road, 'til someone lets me ride If I can't find my baby, I'm gonna run
Ooh, I've been dirt And I don't care Ooh, I've been dirt And I don't care 'Cause I'm burning inside 'Cause I'm burning inside I'm the fire of life Yeah
So I am pissing in the yard I have to laugh when I think how far it's gone But things aren't funny any more I drew a line into the dirt And dared her
anything good. Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys Should I make my way out of my home in the woods" Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and
front porch cooling in the shade Singin every song the radio played Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town Me and
FZ: Arf . . . Bird Legs: About that tempo? FZ: Mm-hm Bird Legs: Damn! FZ: Gettin' tired? Bird Legs: No, unh-unh . . . my fingers got stuck!
upon the highwire I kiss and tell all my fears Falling down the mountain End up kissing dirt Look a little closer Sometimes it wouldn't hurt Playing in the dirt
't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt
Two] You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt
We are damned and we are dead all god's children to be sent to our perfect place in the sun and in the dirt There's a windshield in my heart we are bugs
on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh old dirt road Ain'
no people on the old dirt road, no more weather on the old dirt road. It's better than a mudslide, mama, when the morning come. Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt
t no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh old dirt
