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Longhorn
02:57
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Been rough and rowdy since the day I was born
To a mama sweeter than fresh shucked sugar corn
I fell into a cactus she said "boy you been warned"
before she showed me how to pluck out them thorns
Told my ma and daddy they might have to mourn
Came out small and scrawny, a little deformed
Baptized in the middle of freak ice storm
"If this one don't make it least he'll meet the lord"
But I was her new baby swaddled and warm
Mama told the doctor he was misinformed
So what if this one ain't quite the norm
He'll grow to be stronger than a Texas Longhorn
Longhorn, Texas Longhorn
Praise the lord I was born
Stronger than a Texas Longhorn
Stayed rough and rowdy as I got grown
Mama grew worried kept comin' home stoned
Eyes redder than a London pay-phone
She said "boy I can smell you through that cheap-ass cologne"
Sittin' in my bedroom high and alone
Mouth dryer than a west Texas Scone
Day dreamin' of suits emblazed with rhinestones
George Jones blastin on them Bose headphones
Well then mama busted in fear in her tone
In her hands empty bottle of Oxycodone
I fell into habit she said "boy you been warned"
Withdrawals gonna stick ya like a Texas Longhorn
Longhorn, Texas Longhorn
Praise the lord I was born
Stronger than a Texas Longhorn
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TEETH
03:08
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40 day and 40 nights
been runnin my whole damn life
Showin' up to gun fights
with nothin but my knife
Flash my teeth
Muzzle me
Before I bite
Feel my heat
Strike me
Anyplace you like
40 days and 40 nights
locked away and outta sight
Keepin warm at night
Got the Devil by my side
Flash my teeth
Muzzle me
Before I bite
Feel my heat
Strike me
Anyplace you like
***spooky ooos aaahhs***
40 ways to end your life
40 reasons to still fight
Learnin' to satisfy
The demon that lives inside
Flash my teeth
Muzzle me
Before I bite
Feel my heat
Strike me
Anyplace you like
40 ways to get high
40 reasons to stay dry
Findin' love that don't lie
Lean on people that let me cry
**more spooky ooos and aaahs***
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Dastardly Bastards
04:41
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You're a gift
Said the televangelist
Acquitted
Only God as his witness
Feet on the dash
Seat filled with ash
Drivin' faster
Than the weather forecast
Unfallen prey
Oh no the guilt won't stay
Grace follows
Those who disobey
But how do you move on from someone who lives backwards?
From a long line of dastardly bastards
How do you move on when your daddy's still the Pastor?
How do you move on? ... move on
You ain't shit
Said the medicated lunatic
Committed
Only God as her witness
Ruby red crash
And she's soon to blast
Distracted by
An AM radio cast
Too proud to pray
On this luciferous highway
Grace follows
Those who disobey
But how do you move on from someone who lives backwards?
From a long line of dastardly bastards
How do you move on when your daddy's still the Pastor?
How do you move on? ... move on
Swears she's done with it
Ate the peach and buried the pit
Now she sits
Under its shade and forgets
Pull out slow
On the road from Jericho
She picks up a sallow man
She's sure she knows
She jumped the barricade
So now they're sayin she can't be saved
Grace follows
Those who disobey
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Trouble
02:14
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Trouble stays on mind
Scared as a full-grown swine
Standin' in a slaughter line
Salty cuz I'm stuck in brine
without you
I'm as good as barbecued
Honey, would you be so kind
Kill the devil steal his shine
Revel til' your hearts divine
Be my cheese, I'll be your rind
I'll hold you
Til' mold turns us blue
Don't know if this is heaven
but what else is life with you ?
Sit me down watch me spew
Help me undo my screws
Words come out, but puke does too
Spill my guts up on your shoes
You say it's fine
And down the last of my wine
Light my fire, close the flue
One last song on the queue
Grab my hand let's do-si-do
Assumed we'd rendevouz
On Pearly Gates Avenue
But then I came to
Don't know if this is hell
but what else is life without you?
and
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Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to find love that's tough but kind lord?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
I've been ridin to roam
I've been hidin' from
the fear that eats me
when I'm all alone
Been tryna grow
Find a paddle to row
but I'm stuck in a creak
to dry to flow
Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to find love that's tough but kind lord?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
I've been living below
Hopin' to overthrow
The bones the trapped me
In my own catacomb
I've tried to atone
Outrun the wrong I've done
but it beats on me
Like the desert sun
Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to find love that's tough but kind lord?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it...
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Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to find love that's tough but kind lord?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to find love that's tough but kind lord?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
What I gotta do?
What I gotta do?
What I gotta do?
who I gotta prove it to?
What I gotta do?
What I gotta do?
What I gotta do?
who I gotta prove it to?
Whatcha gotta do to be a cowboy in this lonely world?
Whatcha gotta do?
Who ya gotta prove it to?
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Mad Lasso is the sick and wicked brain child of Franklin Smith Ellis, a sick man searching for a wicked sound.
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