| Lyrics |
Feel so good about a piece of trash
The birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,
The worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,
White lightnin' and old fruit jar
I get juiced from africa to spain
Ghetto blastin' down the lane,
The pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades
Dig my grave with a silver spade,
Makin' a list, takin requests
Ripping the blues out of the your vest
Strychnine
Hit it with a club, stripmine
You felt the plugs
When you dig up the path, the (?)
Beat your fists through the static and noise
Cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied..
Get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..
{scream}
Yeah
Jon spencer: you got it!
Is that good?
Jon spencer: you got it!!
Alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You want me to do one more?
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You got the flavor
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You got the flavor!
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