I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette And a souped up car on a county road Nothin' much to do back then so we'd make bets On how much drink
that he knows where it's at Now he'd like to go to Spain or somewhere like that With his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes His suntan lotion and
touch Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs I carve your name in my flesh Listen, listen Then come and take my hand Tongues, tongues Speak the little girls
at the Bible house) He's got a meat hook in his hand There's a slab hanging in the closet Gonna drag that meat to the promised land See the girl working
respect Put him out like a cigarette, you blow Don?t bother coming home You said, all you?ve got to say, yeah He can get with the girls again 'Cos he
I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette And a souped up car on a county road Nothin' much to do back then So we'd make bets On how much drink
that he knows where it's at. Now he'd like to go to Spain or somewhere like that, with his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes, his suntan lotion
he knows where it's at. Now he'd like to go to Spain or somewhere like that, with his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes, his suntan lotion and