Cook 'Em
Got lifted was real high on expectations
Bitters, Gin, drew blood I taste it
Down it goes
God gifted, liquored up on pastel recliners
Hives are itching through the finest
Collars I own
Hey there shitbird, I see your scabbed reflection
From the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
Tech runs this town
Ooo, call the police for the culture
Buzz saw all these methed out vultures
These hippy clowns
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
Got lifted all this talking and I'm numb about it,
Shot some live ones through a cannon, count it
How it goes
Suns setting, gulls have come down for their supper
Ripples lapping, pointing laughing,
Sand slips through my toes
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Sing it with me now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
A little louder now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Cook 'em real real good y'all
Bitters, Gin, drew blood I taste it
Down it goes
God gifted, liquored up on pastel recliners
Hives are itching through the finest
Collars I own
Hey there shitbird, I see your scabbed reflection
From the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
Tech runs this town
Ooo, call the police for the culture
Buzz saw all these methed out vultures
These hippy clowns
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
Got lifted all this talking and I'm numb about it,
Shot some live ones through a cannon, count it
How it goes
Suns setting, gulls have come down for their supper
Ripples lapping, pointing laughing,
Sand slips through my toes
I sent a shiver through a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
I stabbed a schism in a past life after the fall, I must have dreamed it in the half life
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Sing it with me now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
A little louder now
You put the brown ones in the ovens, put the broke ones in the ovens
Cook 'em real real good y'all
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Writer(s): Jackson Allen
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