歌曲 | Coricidin Bottle |
歌手 | Ray Wylie Hubbard |
专辑 | The Grifter's Hymnal |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Said my prayers to the old black gods | |
Tied a string around some chicken bones | |
Set ‘em on fire and crossed my heart | |
Tuned up the | |
Kay and the | |
Silvertone | |
Rubbed my hands cross the | |
Tolex scars | |
Took the laces out of my tennis shoes | |
Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum | |
Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse | |
Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off | |
Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom | |
If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you | |
If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm | |
I got a coricidin bottle that | |
I use as slide | |
And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll | |
When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin’ | |
Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul |
Said my prayers to the old black gods | |
Tied a string around some chicken bones | |
Set ' em on fire and crossed my heart | |
Tuned up the | |
Kay and the | |
Silvertone | |
Rubbed my hands cross the | |
Tolex scars | |
Took the laces out of my tennis shoes | |
Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum | |
Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse | |
Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off | |
Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom | |
If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you | |
If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm | |
I got a coricidin bottle that | |
I use as slide | |
And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll | |
When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' | |
Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul |
Said my prayers to the old black gods | |
Tied a string around some chicken bones | |
Set ' em on fire and crossed my heart | |
Tuned up the | |
Kay and the | |
Silvertone | |
Rubbed my hands cross the | |
Tolex scars | |
Took the laces out of my tennis shoes | |
Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum | |
Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse | |
Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off | |
Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom | |
If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you | |
If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm | |
I got a coricidin bottle that | |
I use as slide | |
And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll | |
When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' | |
Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul |