Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Told I'm feelin' Know I'm feelin' I'm feelin' Outta touch most the time Gotta lotta things on my mind Kickin' down, where to start It's the hardest thing Grow it long, shave it off

I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck with you) I'd rather fuck with you, Aaaah, this is one of them songs You can kick back and smoke a joint to. And get real fucked up. I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there. Oh

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, yeah I kick back, give the blues spin Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some

You can be my bass It's gettin' bigger You can be the bass The bass is gettin' bigger I can be your trouble baby For the kick drum Big fat bass The big fat bass I can be the trouble baby

Whiskey’d up, that wantin’ you again Starts kickin’ back in and I’m late night calling you up My heart starts hurtin’ when that bourbon starts burning And I can’t help but touch that stuff It’s just like you all warm and smooth Even though I know that

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em all around Give us dirty laundry I make my living off the evening news Just give me something, something I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry Well, I could've been an

Leave our excellent souls I set a fire just to see what it kills And the rain's coming down Head for the coast Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that