US Bombs Beetle Boot lyrics

Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks
Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency
Baby, I ain't one to wait, I gonna get your britches off
Any day now they're gonna drop the bomb

And we're gonna be a bucket of bones
We got an hour till day
We got to go all the way
And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone

Roll over baby, say hello, daddy king
Adoption papers ready come to Dixie
A dysfunctional home hostage all alone
Old soup on your apron babe


I'll lick it off, I woke up to the alarm on my radio
Those AM airwaves always set me off
The old men talk all day, they talk about the same old things
Dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened

And I gotta buy a pair of shoes
Gotta get her number and I'm gonna make a telephone call
Let's go splash some booze, I wanna drink it off
You told me to get a barrel
(And ride it down Niagara falls)