Whinin' down the road in my Harley
Champion spark plug ignitin' my gas
My girl got patches on her blue jeans
And a confederate flag on her ass
I'm with a rag tag team of stooges and thieves
You'll never head us off at the pass
‘Cause we're spinnin' a disc called a route 666
From Death Valley to Vegas

Raunch that guitar when love is just a bad disease
God bless the maggots and lice and dirty magazines

Peckerheads and Badasses
Once nice girls now swingin' tassels
Flingin' bulldog faced opinions
Sure to leave yer eardrum scarred
Peckerheads and Badasses
Southern belles wobble in loose dresses
Watchin' Texans bootin' Texans in the nards
On this ugly boulevard

Kickin' the jams in the belly of the beast
Out on an infinite stretch of a road
Rip in to joints where a bad guitar
Will get the jukebox blowin' its load
Rammin' the shack with a Mack truck attack
While sexy fingernails polish your chrome
So mamas better call your preachers
Before the whole damned thing explodes

Raunch that guitar when love is just a bad disease
God bless the maggots and lice and dirty magazines

Peckerheads and Badasses
Oh and we move like we're in molasses
Flingin' bulldog faced opinions
Sure to leave yer eardrum scarred
Peckerheads and Badasses
Only college football can depress us
It's as simple as a pigs foot in a beer
Goddamn we're happy here

Fillin' a Dixie cup with chaw in one strap overalls...


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