1. |
Praise Dale, Raise Hell
02:15
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Number 3 took a right now he's gone
Chugging beer in heaven Doing laps with god
Earnhardt died for our sins
Now we're stuck down here sinnin for him
Shoulda sent Jeff Gordon in his place
Or the Jesus car that dudes a basket case
But he's gone there's nothin’ we can do
tgghBut curse god’s name and finish your brew
God needed a driver so he took the chosen one
Maybe he'll come back if we sacrifice his son
Heroes live forever but legends never die
Pour one out and raise three fingers to the sky
"Ralph Dale Earnhardt Sr was born in April 29th 1951. He flew out of Martha's pussy like a god-damn lightning bolt. With 76 wins over 27 years he was the most hated man in the NASCAR circuit. He died the same way he lived, fast as hell."
Intimidated saint Peter at the pearly gates
Smokin fat cigars and fuckin’ angel babes
Raise a glass to the intimidator
It ain't goodbye, man, It's cya later
"Ralph Dale Earnhardt Sr was born in April 29th 1951.
He flew out of Martha's pussy like a god-damn lightning bolt.
Followed in his daddy’s footsteps,
Dropping out of school and into the driver's’ seat.
Took his first win in 1979 & never looked back.
With 76 wins over 27 years he was the most hated man in the NASCAR circuit.
That man in the black car with a 3 on it’s side.
He died the same way he lived, fast as hell."
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2. |
100 Chicken Nuggets
01:06
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I don't wanna be sedated
I don't want shock treatment
I don't want Chinese take away
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have somethin to do
I don't wanna sniff some glue
I don't wanna have some kicks
And I don't wanna get some chicks
I don't wanna steal from the rich
I don't wanna give to the poor
I don't wanna fight tonight
And I don't wanna be a good boy
I don't wanna be your boyfriend
And I don't wanna walk around with you
I don't wanna live my life
And we don't want the airwaves
Cuz I don't wanna be I don't wanna be a Ramo-one no-oh
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4. |
Drugs Are A Helluva Drug
02:00
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Wake up in the morning and I freak the fuck out
Nothing's right in this crummy life
Anxious jaded and all burnt out
Head full of shit and a heart full of hate
I'd kill myself if I had the balls
but i'll just go back to sleep
I'd kill myself if I had the balls
but i'll just go back to sleep
Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!
Hands are shaking and I'm pissin blood
Wallets empty and my liver hurts
Cigarettes are broke and my friends are gone.
Sweatin bullets and all alone.
Snort some more dope just to act alive
counteract the shit that i took last night
My skull is a drained cracked swimming pool
Come on in, the water’s fine.
Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!
It's not a party! anymore!
This shit got real! Where’s the door?!
With empty bottles and a pile of debt!
Am i still living? How am I not dead!
It's not a party! anymore!
Pick my corpse up! Off the floor!
With empty bottles and a pile of debt!
Please put a bullet! In my head!
Can someone tell me where it all went wrong?
Tryin to outrun myself but I'm livin too fast
Look into the mirror and the devils lookin’ back
He looks like me and kind of like my dad
Tried to forget that face with every drink I've had.
It's a dumpster fire life and I can't put it out
Everyday a new set of doubts
My ears are ringing and my visions gone
Should've tied a noose instead of writing this song
Nothing’s right!
Where did i go wrong?
Who have i become?!
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5. |
Time To Make The Donuts
01:30
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All my friends are havin fun
Gettin laid and gettin drunk
But I gotta work my crummy job
And I don't want to
Rather piss myself like a dirty bum
Light myself on fire and jump into the river
Stick a dirty needle straight in my eye
No I don't want to
Time to go to work and
I don't want to...
Time to go to work and
I don't want to
Time to go to work and
I don't want to
It's a dead end job it's a crummy life
Flipping burgers and slinging fries
Feeding scumbags it's a million degrees
Fuck my life oh kill me please
Rather roll around in broken glass
Fall off a barstool and crack my head open
Drive my car into a crowd
No I don't want to
Time to go to work and
I don't want to
Time to go to work and
I don't want to
Time to go to work and
I don't want to
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6. |
Forever Dumb
02:01
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Lived in an attic lived in my car
Jumped from couch to couch
And bar to bar
I've loved a few and lost it all
But i'll never fucking learn
Made smart ass remarks with a gun to my head
Blacked out drunk and left for dead
Gone days without eating and nights without sleep
And i'll do it all again
because I'm
Dumb forever
Forever dumb
Dumb forever
Forever dumb
Lets get fucked up and make bad decisions
Kill some more brain cells and burn some more bridges.
Never settle down never learn from mistakes
Stay young stay dumb stay wild and free.
Come on friends let's quit our jobs
Dance all night like drunken slobs
Always have fun never get bored
Burn it all down screaming fuck the world
Fuck the world
Fuck the world
Because we're
Dumb forever
Forever dumb
Dumb forever
Forever dumb
Stay young stay dumb stay wild and free
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