Lyrics
Dirty belly of a secret town
Cheap trick hookers that are hangin' out at the bar
Near the Greyhound station
And the bare-chested boys are going down
On every thing that the momma believes
Pack of smokes and a little bump of cocaine
Help you feel not so strange
Said old Pa, "She don't get off
Unless somebody's standing near her
And she'll shine once she's crossed the line
'Cause all tied to a chair"
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
All the bubbas got their heads in a nod
They don't know what they love or deserve to get
Chances are that that worm in his lap
Doesn't even know which fish that he'd like to bite tonight
Oh, tonight, tonight, tonight
Oh maybe tonight
Said old Pa, "She don't get off
Unless somebody's standing near her
And she'll shine once she's crossed the line
Hands all tied to a chair"
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Cops are on the call
Weeding out the freaks
Fingers in the dirt
He's spitting out his teeth
Spitting out his teeth
Cops are on the call
Weeding out the freaks
Fingers in the dirt, and he's out spitting all his teeth
Spitting out
Said Pa, "She don't get off
Unless somebody's standing near
And she'll shine once she's crossed the line
Hands all tied to a chair"
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Oscillating on the ground, blowing white noise sound
Like a trani on ten
Oscillating on the
Oscillating on
Oscillating on
Oscillating on
