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I wanna tell you a story' bout our career
In the music biz and it’s kinda weird
There are millions of jerks way stupid and dumb
Wavin' you high 5 or holding down their thumb
Believers are giving you support, buying the drinks
And keep telling «your're my man»
But when it comes to the point when you need them too
They turn around, cause they don’t have a clue
Ref:
And I know — you agree
It’s your own misery
Make your rules, we’ll refuse
No excuse, you abuse and confuse
Uuh monkey business
Credibility for priority
But who’s making the rules, who’s got the right to choose
Is it you, you, or even you?
Then throw your stone… come on!
Millions of people with their own brain
They’ve got eyes to see and ears to hear
So don’t force on them with your golden rules
You might be wrong and you might lose
It’s quite ok if you don’t like our sound
But don’t you judge if it’s hot or not
Cause every bird up in a tree sings in a different
Way to me
Ref:
And I know — you agree
It’s your own misery
I’ve been rocking it out since 20 years
And I’m tellin you folks this ain’t no joke
If you think we’re funny, go fuck your mummy
Our mission is music, we don’t have to prove it
You know it’s sometimes hard to be part of this game
But it’s still worth’t to play, 'cause we’ve got a lot to say
Ref:
And I know — you agree
It’s your own misery
Make your rules, we’ll refuse
No excuse, you abuse and confuse
Uuh monkey business
We know what we want, we know what we do
Cause we’re old enough and so are you
So people, friends don’t you hesitate
Keep on playing our sound and don’t mess around
There are millions out there who dig our style
So there’s no questeion 'bout hot or not
Sof high five folks we’ll follow our way
No matter what those preachers say
Ref:
And I know — you agree
It’s your own misery
Make your rules, we’ll refuse
No excuse, you abuse and confuse
Uuh monkey business

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To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly looking all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

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Ahh Yeah
What’s That Smell?
Wanda is a woman she works down the hall
Shows up on time, she’s like balls to the wall
She went out to lunch with her High School Friends
'Bout three hours later she came rollin' back in
Well, the boss man really jumped her
Son he wasn’t joking
Everybody in the office knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old Wacky Tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old Wacky Tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Know you can two tote her, you can one hit him
Puff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stem
You can bake it in some brownies, smoke it through a Bong
Roll up a great big fat one like ol' Cheech and Chong
Burn it through a hole
In a can of Budweiser
If you can’t take the heat son vaporizer
That old Wacky Tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old Wacky Tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Now Do What You Do
Oh Yeah
You got your Mexican and Jamaican with those buds of blue
Humboldt County and Hydroponic too
Okeechobee Purple from down in the South
And that ol' stuff your uncle smokes 'ill give you cotton mouth
Homegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill ya
My all time favorite is redhead sensimilla
That old Wacky Tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old Wacky Tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Awww let it do what it do
Yeah it Do
Y’all Got any Frito’s

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You sure look real pretty in your glass house
You probably think you’re too good to take the trash out
Well are you dumb? Are you blind?
'Cause it’s a real fine line
Between telling a joke and turning the knife
Don’t wreck my reputation
Let me wreck my own
Step off, step off
Yeah you’re getting too close to me
With all your negativity
Just get lost
Just try to make a little difference
Here’s why you gotta interfere
Just keep climbing that mountain of dirty tricks
When you finally get to the top
Step off
Yeah-
You screwed everybody over in this town
There ain’t nothing between you and the cold, hard ground
Keep running your mouth and stretching the truth
You just might find a hole in your parachute
'Cause whatever gets you high
Will always bring you down
Step off, step off
Yeah you’re getting too close to me
With all your negativity
Just get lost
Just try to make a little difference
Here’s why you gotta interfere
Just keep climbing that mountain of dirty tricks, yeah
And when you finally get to the top
Mmm, step off
Sticks and stones
May build a throne
But you’ll be up there all alone
So step off
Yeah, yeah, step off
And keep climbing that mountain of dirty tricks, yeah
When you finally get to the top
Step off
Mmm, just step off
Step off

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In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone
There’s a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you’ll never see a one
But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by;
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky:
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more;
Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
«Get some volunteers and go — fortify the Alamo.»
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo
«You may never see your loved ones,» Travis told them that day
«those that want to can leave now, those who’ll fight to the death,
let 'em stay.»
In the sand he drew a line with his army saber
And out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line
With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn’s golden light
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night
He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender
Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet; «Play Degu"ello,» he roared
«I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword.»
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame
But the troops that were comin' - never came
Twice he charged, then blew recall, and on the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all
Now the bugles are silent and there’s rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone
And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before
Santa Anna’s guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo…
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo

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I got a feeling called the blues oh lord
Since my baby said goodbye.
Hey lord I don’t know what I’ll do.
All I do is sit and sigh oh lord.
The last long day she said goodbye, Lord I thought I would cry.
She’ll do me, she’ll do you, she’s got that kind of lovin'.
Lord I love to hear her when she calls me sweet daddy.
Such a beautiful dream.
I hate to think it’s all over; I lost my heart it seems.
I’ve grown so used to you somehow,
But I’m nobody’s sugar daddy now.
And I’m lonesome, I got the lovesick blues.
Yeah I’m in love, I’m in love with a beautiful girl,
That’s what’s the matter with me.
Yeah I’m in love, I’m in love with a beautiful girl,
But she don’t care about me.
And lord I tried and tried to keep her satisfied,
But that girl wouldn’t stay.
And now that she is leavin' this is all I can say.
I got a feeling called the blues…

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I’m no stranger to the thick
Smoke of a bar and a heart chained
To a bottle of whiskey
And I’ve held strangers in my arms
To pull apart the bars
Because I couldn’t find the key
I’ve search high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of being free
It don’t come cheap
That’s what people fight for
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you’ve held the truth
There’s nothing you won’t do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
You’re the red, the white, the blue
The stars that cover the scars
When we broke apart the shackles
And I’ve never been to war before
But your boots there on the floor
Are proof that I’ve won the battle
And all you had to give to me
Was the gift of being free
That’s what people fight for
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you’ve held the truth
There’s nothing you won’t do
And when I look into your eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
I’ve searched high and low
Been to hell and back
Been a prisoner to my soul
And all I know is that
The price of being free
It don’t come cheap
That’s what people fight for
Burn up the night for it
Cry for it, for it
Cross rivers wide for it
Once you’ve held the truth
There’s nothing you won’t do
And when I look into their eyes
I know why people died for it
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
Oh freedom
Loving you feels like freedom
Freedom
Loving you feels like freedom

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She’s up on the barstool
Out drinking like a mad fool
Everybody round here knows
What it does to her
A dark cloud up above her
It’s all over a lover
All the signs are saying
It’s gonna get worse
There she goes throwing back
A storm in a shot glass
Here comes the lightning flashes
Here comes the thunder clashes
Here comes the tears like falling rain
And it ain’t gonna blow through fast
Gonna be hours before it’s past
Wouldn’t sit there and I sure wouldn’t ask
Better step back
That’s a storm in a shot glass
That poor bartender
He sure remembers
What happened last time
When she rolled in
Tell the band to step it up
No songs about breaking up
And the last thing you wanna do
Is mention him
Oh Lord it’s a Jack Black
A storm in a shot glass
Here comes the lightning flashes
Here comes the thunder clashes
Here comes the tears like falling rain
And it ain’t gonna blow through fast
Gonna be hours before it’s past
Wouldn’t sit there and I sure wouldn’t ask
Better step back
That’s a storm in a shot glass
Better run for cover
She just ordered another
Here comes the lightning flashes
Here comes the thunder clashes
Here comes the tears like falling rain
Here comes the lightning flashes
Here comes the thunder clashes
Here comes the tears like falling rain
And it ain’t gonna blow through fast
Gonna be hours before it’s past
Wouldn’t sit there and I sure wouldn’t ask
Better step back
That’s a storm in a shot glass
A storm in a shot glass
A storm in a shot glass
Now I wouldn’t sit there if I was you
A storm in a shot glass

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