Son of a Gun
I wake up I don't remember
What I'm doing here
I see blood I'm a bastard
My head is not thinking clear
I'm in a hospital bed
Why am I here?
Fucking hell this hurts
No not again!
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
Trying hard to remember
Of the night before
Back home in a trailer
Not seeing my daddy -o-
I hear I get excited
What would they say about him?
I see his gun oh hell not again
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
All I know I was driving
Stopped at billy bob's bar
With a moonshine in my hand
I hear noises in the dark
I remember seeing Earl
All Liquored up
He was humping Billy Sue
Oh and everything snapped!
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
Solo
I kicked him and I slapped her
And I spit in his face
With my bottle of booze
I bashed her pretty face
He took his knife
And he hits me again
I reached for my baby's gun and
Bam!
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
Thinking never again
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
Thinking never again
What I'm doing here
I see blood I'm a bastard
My head is not thinking clear
I'm in a hospital bed
Why am I here?
Fucking hell this hurts
No not again!
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
Trying hard to remember
Of the night before
Back home in a trailer
Not seeing my daddy -o-
I hear I get excited
What would they say about him?
I see his gun oh hell not again
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
All I know I was driving
Stopped at billy bob's bar
With a moonshine in my hand
I hear noises in the dark
I remember seeing Earl
All Liquored up
He was humping Billy Sue
Oh and everything snapped!
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Oh that mean son of a gun
Thinking not again!
Solo
I kicked him and I slapped her
And I spit in his face
With my bottle of booze
I bashed her pretty face
He took his knife
And he hits me again
I reached for my baby's gun and
Bam!
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
Thinking never again
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
I'm that mean son of a gun
Thinking never again
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