'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

Threesome trying to have a threesome Mona Lisa, Lisa Moanin' Got some drinks and some motherfucking refer blowing I tell her fuck with me and you could be something Yo girl so bad I want the threesome Look at my watch 'bout three somethin' Fuck with me

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

I'm a poor man's son (Poor man's son, workin' all night long) And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed you're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long Got a bad guitar and a simple

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

When a man gives you his hat, he's livin' on borrowed time I got a bad habit slowly sinkin' in I got a bad habit now slowly sinkin' in Got me hearin' voices, seein' through my skin The shoe fits so I wore it but I left one lace untied Just a bad habit

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

I'm hot for teacher I think of all the education that I missed But then my homework was never quite like this Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, I got it bad, so bad, Oh wow, man Wait a second man Whaddaya think the teacher's gonna look like this

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else you