Knock Back One, Two, Three
Home from another days work
Sometimes you can be such a jerk
Knock back one two or three,
Tell me what do you see
There goes a forth fifth sixth
I want nothing to do with this
Guitar is loud,
All I hear is your frown
Now you on the couch,
Guitar lays on your tummy sleeping grouch
My turn I gotta try and sleep
You could never defend me
You'd too damn weak
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