Blues & Black Metal

It don't take much to make a few bucks
Down in Music Town,Tennessee
Read the right books, find the right look
And have your dad own an oil refinery
Really what's the difference
Between grunge and country music?
They're both gonna kill themselves
But one needs a way to prove it
One has to live what he wrote
And I hate to say I love, to hate to say I love to hate to say I love
Love to hate. I love to say "I hate to say"
It didn't take long to find the true scot or the DIY bourgeoisie
Americonartist polyamateurs
Fuckin with a limp dick pointed straight at me
Really what's the difference between blues and Black Metal?
It's the same line of work it's just a different devil
And the pay is just about the same
And I wish I had a dime for every time I wished a had a dime
Wished I had a dime for every time I had a dime
I kinda thought I'd be paid for and bought
And go to work in the machine
A life on my knees, singing dirt on my jeans
I think you know exactly what I mean
So what's the difference between punk and southern gospel?
They both had their place in time
And they're both gonna turn to fossil
And I can't say I dig either one
And I think that you deserve to think that you deserve
To think that you're the thing to beat; the thing you think
That you deserve to be
I really can't wait to be what ya hate
And have it all work out just fine
I don't need your love on a latex glove
But I'm lubed up and ready for a real hard time
So to the city I swear a solemn see ya later
You taught me I'm my one and only savior
Ive been loyal, but you couldn't be bothered to return the favor
So now I have to go off
And now be bursting with country fresh flavor