(b. walker & c. lloree) An amalgam of people, All groovin' under one steeple. Ain't no brother better than the other. I wish we could take away all the
Welcome to the station, so here's the situation Let me tell you how it all goes down The girl you've been about, ya come to find out That she's the biggest
(Butch: We totally grew up listening to Bon Jovi records, I mean, just don't tell anybody.) Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise
She got the #27 Taken off her license plate 'Cause that was my basketball number Back when we started to date And I know, it's better to be unfaithful
(butch walker & chrystina lloree) Well the shit town people drive their shiny cars, But they have to use their wipers all the time. When the flavor of
Butch: a??1, 2, 3a?¦a?? Don't give me the same ol' soda, the same ol' cola, I want a rock n roller, I wanna pow, pow, pow. I want a Shasta. Butch
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child) Dudes get on your duds. We're shootin' down the sun. This will be the night, The boys are gonna run. Buckle up your
Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound I don't want this song to get shot to the ground You're on the phone, I'm all alone And my heart feels about 70
Oh, she took a light saber to my heart And she picked my brain with a pocket knife She said, "Say what's on your mind" So I said, "I'm kind a hungry and
You make me crazy, although I'm sane You keep the top down in the rain But I do like where you're going And I love it when you say That you wouldn't
(butch walker & chrystina lloree) Desperation's such an uneasy feeling, Passion is the path that leads me here. Controllin' the mind is easier than the
Turnpike, nursery pike, moon pie, black eye, why try, 75, 41, 285, Have fun, flat tire, so tired, everybody's downtown, Horse town smoggy, smoggy all
She's got a beer bottle cap in her back pocket She laughs at Metallica and loves bottle rockets She got chicken wire tattooed around her arm She gave
I waited around, but you never came To my table, so tell me how, how in the hell That I'm gonna sleep I'm new in this town, but I'm old skool Cat with
I know you're not asleep I can feel you moving over there You've been playing with the seam In your worn out underwear My lips are raw as hell From biting
I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door Looked out the window of the 17th floor Talked to the city, that knows me by name And all the bad things
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) Everybody wants a shot in culture clash city. Cut throats sell their souls to taste a little piece. A rat race melting
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker) (chorus) Put a little fire in your body tonight. Get a little higher... ?®til the feeling is right. Put away the
