I live round the shack outback It's full of rats and razorbacks I get my knife and cut 'em down You think I won't just stick around Cornfed boys in gunnysacks Digging holes and filling cracks Souped up cars and monster trucks Killing pigs and smoking dust
Don't ask me why, I'd hate to lie Just wasting time hanging around in Pigeon Town
Cousin Johnny comes to play I yell out just go away We go down to the fishing hole I grab his hand, he grabs his pole He gets drunk and starts a fight Looks for someone new to spite I get mad, he starts to howl I head right back down to the holler
It's no surprise, don't ask me why, he's doing time Somewhere South of Pigeon Town
I live round the shack outback It's full of Vipers, Diamond backs Nine miles South of Pigeon Town Another bunch of Killer Clowns I keep my door locked up real tight Daddy sneaks in every night I'll get my gun and shoot him down You think I won't just stick around Mamma never meant no harm Even when she broke my arm She'd get mad and start a fight This happened almost every night
Don't ask me why, it's no surprise They had to die, to get away from Pigeon Town
And you can say all the shit you want to about blood Being thicker than water... It's thick alright...like mud That's just the way it is around here...lay of the land And all that crap Dog eat Doggie and you'll get a stick In your eye every time just for trying...you go to bed with The pigs...you wake up with the pigs...But hey I was born Around here...at least I had the smarts to get the hell out Not that it matters where your from...it's all the same All one big busted-up broken down shit-shack in the middle of nowhere I'm heading out of Pigeon TownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
