
Date of issue: 05.02.1996
Record label: What Are?
Song language: English
Baptists And Barbiturates |
Put the leather strap 'round your ankle |
I pulled you on about fifty miles |
Pulled you on across the state line |
'Cause no one lives in Utah |
No one lives in Utah |
Left back in Utah, babe |
Did Jesus dry off on my safe? |
Left back in Utah, babe |
Did Jesus dry off on my safe? |
Got gravel in my chin |
Jesus died when he did me in |
All you ladies can bounce my skin |
And it’s comin' again and again and |
Again and again and again! |
There are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
And there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
I took my sixty watts and my electricity |
And I plugged them in to you and me |
We put a hole in Utah |
Now there’s a hole in Utah |
Got gravel in my chin |
Jesus died when he did me in |
All you ladies can bounce my skin |
And it’s comin' again and again and |
Again and again and again! |
There are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
And there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
So I took your leather strap |
And I took that sixty watts |
And I gave them a shove |
Into Utah |
To fill the hole in Utah |
We didn’t fill it in Utah |
I took your skin |
I took my nails |
I took our love |
And I rubbed |
And I rubbed |
And I rubbed |
And I rubbed |
And I rubbed… |
Your tattoo started to leap |
Down your shoulder, down your spine |
Through your thighs, to your knee |
To your ankle, to the strap |
And into Utah |
There’s no more hole in Utah! |
Well, there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
And there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
And there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
And there are baptists |
And barbiturates |
And there are tattoos |
That you cannot itch |
That you cannot itch! |
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