E7 I ainʼt go no outfits to pick and choose So I really ainʼt got that much to lose A Pictureʼs getting fuzzy and itʼs stuck on channel 3 E7 And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me B A 50,000 more and Iʼm out of the red E7 B Heavy Metal thrash band, itʼs all a bunch of shit People trying to name me while Iʼm trying to do my bit I ainʼt got the patience or the time to waste Call me a rock star you can spit in my face Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed Iʼd rather hang with drunks than hang out with myself Well, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelf If you ainʼt had enough by tomorrow at noon weʼre gonna place a call to the Boneyard Crew Went to sleep at home and woke up in a shed N.C. Oh… son of a bitch!
