Lyrics

Rust holds hands with death
Hole in his chest
Puppy stomping killing machine
You can’t threaten the dying with death
Flat broke with the blind man’s stare
Choking on a gut-burn glare
Mumbled question in the weasel’s nest
Lower than snake shit red blooded redneck

Shitting buckshot
Lies aren’t answers
Hotter than a spoon in a crack house
Let’s cut some heads!

An ugly duckling dressed as a plastic swan
Hit them hard and hit them low
Three hots and a cot is what she got
Drunken judge on the creeping wing
Fishhook in an ice cube it’s the suicide season
Loaded for bear right on the money
In your darkest prayers I won’t go quietly
Necessary evil the psalm of America
Take it or leave it it’s a sucker-bet

Shitting buckshot
Lies aren’t answers
Hotter than a spoon in a crack house
Let’s cut some heads!