Lletres:
Ten Foot Pole Bad Mother Trucker

i watch the objects form in cloudy skies a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes so i pound a shot down punch my arm and set up a new round till me

prison walls outside your cell a bloody tyrant falls no shots were fired he said you were weak you turned every cheek and turned the brute away [Chorus

at work your mouth stays firmly shut while your boss asks for advice later at the bar behind his back you criticize [Chorus] an armchair quarterback you

triple bypass knocked on his ass the doctor told him not to smoke he dims the light but late at night puffing through the tube jammed on his throat

awake again at three AM i need a hand to get me off to sleep in vain i try i feel the eyes all my dead relatives here for a peep [Chorus] i shut the

stop our way of life [Chorus] fall in line no back talk do what we told you step in time learn to show your pride turn the wrench vuild more trucks

one can stop our way of life [Chorus] fall in line no back talk do what we told you step in time learn to show your pride turn the wrench vuild more trucks

wake up oceans are the shower that we need waves crash worries in our mind are finally freed laughter echoed by seagulls in the air high on summer and

obsolete i cant complete thrown away an 8-track tape time no friend of mine faded works of art stopped my friend's heart i want to last forever like