Shotgun Shoes

Album: We Need Medicine (2013)
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  • I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes
    Half a decent mistress and a bed
    Well I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes
    Half a decent mistress and a bed
    Don't need no telepathic power
    No, I don't need no razors in my head

    She said you know I'm gonna leave here
    But you know I know I don't know when
    She said you know, you know I know I'm leaving
    But I really just don't know when
    Well I'll leave my message on the ceiling
    Don't give my regards to all them friends

    Well I don't need you or your psychosis
    I can get to crazy by myself
    I don't need your point as though neurosis
    Your pathologic tumble into hell
    You can't disappoint me anymore
    Than you know you already done so well

    Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds
    Rolled into a mattress for your hunchback
    Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds
    Rolled into a mattress for your irrelevant hunchback
    Well I've been to every pick up junction
    I swear on this day I won't go back

    Well I've never claimed that I was honest
    But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience
    Well I've never said that I was honest
    But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience
    Well you must be dumb beyond belief
    If you believe that you can answer all my little questions

    Well I could swear you stole my answers
    I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen
    Well I can swear you stole my answers
    I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen
    Well you were more than obviously guilty
    But me, I never had the balls to mention

    Well you couldn't love me righteous if you tried
    Ah, but you can love me evil
    You know you couldn't love me righteous if you tried
    But you can love me evil
    But you'll never make me nervous like she did
    And you'll never take my cradle

    Well in the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch
    While I was sleeping
    In the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch
    While I was sleeping
    There was no parent to mind
    Could hardly understand the company you were keeping

    There'll be no snowfall in hell
    But then you know that so well
    You go there often
    There'll be no snowfall in hell
    But then you know that so well
    You go there often, don't ya?
    You tied the devil to a chair
    And you promised to bear all of his children
    Oh my, my Writer/s: John Lawler
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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