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I remember way back when Times weren't this hard No they weren't this hard And everyone had what we call A sane mind Roses are red Well blood is too And
In 1986, the University of Californa at Davis Saw two of its all time brightest stars Dr. Alphonse Mephisto and Dr. Arnie Abesacraben Dr. Mephisto worked
Through the door it slithers in, Accompanied by its peers. Always groveling for attention, While no one really gives. In its mind it's full of wit And
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull over nineteen hundred pounds. He's born in Galry, Oklahoma and he's the baddest sonsabitch around if a Burma bull ever
Amos Moses was a Cajun and lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get
The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss. It was a big wet, slippery kiss. And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen
The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' at
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4, with the sharpness of a troubadour. I dare you look him in the eye. His stench would make a buzzard cry. He likes Burt
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that We may maintain
Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen
Burnin', I feel a burnin' in my stomach, I wanna know if I'm a gonna make it. If I don't just spread my ashes, if I do just spread your mind. Swimmin
Went down to Coddingtown to buy for Lucky Dog. Moved on up to Sono-co to clear my head of smog. People round town they all line up to buy them Chevrolets
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell, a gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell. No one knew for sure if Ambrose was his name. They called
They broke out in laughter again, his lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in, and he stood by and waited to be called. The talk was of times that
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer. If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles smacked my red behind. They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito then marked the date and time
