Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered July 2011 at Casa Del Sacrament, PDX, by Mike Chastain and The Dirty Words
lyrics
I don't know, but it's been said:
Chew before you swallow, don't you wonder you just been fed.
Stand your spine, stand right to left.
Gotta learn the difference from taking and a wallowing theft.
Summer flies, summer flies,
carries you along until the sun wrinkles over your eyes.
Evil men, poster child.
Live it on up, live it on up, we're running wild.
This is me to extreme!
You've got it wrong!
I'm looking on!
What do I see?
This is all you can call
a drop in the pan,
a bird in the hand,
a living doll!
What I love, what I like,
gotta a have a meetin', gotta talk about this one for a while.
Glue you in and button up,
for the body, for the blood, you tie the napkin, then raise your cup.
Let loose the hyenas! They cackle and bray!
Fight the devil, fight to make him kneel, clap hands, and pray!
No! Like me! Do it just like me!
This bullet says otherwise, you fall breed punk at my feet.
chorus.
I get my fill from old white men.
I imbibe their hate and fear.
Hair down in my eyes, I clickity-clack
as I sport my American gear.
Light them up like a family
in a tree in the Louisiana sun.
Light another fire, daddy, tell us all again
just how the South was won.
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