
Date of issue: 18.08.2003
Song language: English
Trani |
Dirty belly of a secret town |
Cheap trick hookers that are hanging out at the bar in the Greyhound station |
And the bare-chested boys are going down on every thing that the momma believes |
Pack of smokes and a little bump of cocaine, help you feel not so strange |
Said old Pa, «She don’t get off, unless somebody standing near her.» |
«And she’ll shine, once she’s crossed the line, cause all tied to the chair.» |
I said, «Lay it now on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, |
like a tranny on a ten.» |
All the bubbas got their heads in a nod, |
They don’t know what they love or deserve to get |
Chances are they tab their worm in a slab, |
Doesn’t even know which fish that he like to bite tonight, ah tonight, tonight, |
tonight |
Ah maybe tonight |
Said old Pa, «She don’t get off, unless somebody standing near her.» |
«And she’ll shine, once she’s crossed the line, hands all tied to the chair.» |
I said, «Lay it now on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, |
like a tranny on a ten.» |
Comes home on call, isn’t that peace, |
Fingers in the dirt, and he’s spitting out his teeth |
He’s spitting out his teeth |
I said, «Lay it on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, like a tranny on a ten.» |