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

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***

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

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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