Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 50 Gallon Drum, artist - Buck 65. Album song Talkin' Honky Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2003
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
50 Gallon Drum |
| My idea of heaven, I enjoy the fixing of a flat tire |
| I like art made of garbage, a little pain is good for you |
| I don’t want everything to be made easy for me |
| Fast ain’t always better than slow you know |
| A home run every time would start to get boring after a while |
| I hope I never forget how to bleed |
| Static fuzz, hiss, it’s just the thing sometimes |
| 50 gallon drum, that’s what I’m talking about |
| Give me a hundred bucks to work on your bike |
| And maybe I’ll cut your hair for you while I’m at it |
| I wanna work, I’m ready, I wanna take my baby dancing |
| Scary movies on Monday morning, chopping some wood, wind in my tires |
| Chocolate chip cookies, rain in the window, it’s the underneath of Paris |
| It’s New York from the back, Mount Uniacke in the fall |
| In a moment between heartbeats I’ll set fire to the sky |
| Or cut the devil’s throat |
| I’m three for four with a double and two stolen bases |
| Having my picture taken with the Amazing Creskin |
| It’s a shiny day and the dogshit smells like strawberries |
| I found a shoebox filled with viewmaster reels |
| I don’t have to cut my hair or do math ever again if I don’t want to |
| Tell the bounty collectors to kiss my ass |
| I’m a hunter gatherer surveying the junk yards |
| Warrior monk with a month long bus pass |
| Odd job casanova, I write nothing down and keep my clothes in a guitar case |
| I run with bulls and swim with the pool sharks |
| Perfection is a place where there are two for one milkshakes on Tuesdays |
| It’s where you can pay for a room with your good looks |
| The ball parks are always busy and the umpires always make the right call |
| Everyday is halloween and people use plastic Christmas trees |
| They fight with their fists and go to drive-in movies |
| There’s no such thing as luck or the dentist and shoes don’t hurt your feet |
| I keep a lighter and dog treats |
| In my pockets at all times because you never know |
| I’ve got a Saint Francis of Assisi keychain |
| And a wallet made of Corinthian leather |
| Sometimes I drive all night and listen to talk radio |
| Sometimes I practice scratching for hours on end |
| Usually I sit in my window and listen to my tapes, I’ve got all kinds of tapes |
| Hugs and kisses, and treats in a bag |
| In paradise a buck will buy you a comic book, a soda and a candy bar |
| You can always find a place to park or to hide |
| The DJs only play originals and the theatres still have silver screens |
| And Buster Keaton matinees |
| I’m an outlaw faith healer, with sock monkeys for the kids |
| I’m the ringmaster-king of the convenience store parking lot |
| My show is an every man for himself freak fest |
| Pack a lunch and ask for Johnny Rockwell |
| Here your favorite pen works forever but memory parallax |
| It’s 70's doing 20's, 50's doing 2000 |
| Everyone’s got their own arrow and there ain’t no short handled shovels |
| It’s under my pillow, it’s tomorrow and the next day |