We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh

I'm bleeding me Caught under wheels roll I can't take it Oh, the bleeding of me Can't stop to save my soul I take the leash that's bleeding me I'm diggin' my way I'm diggin' my way to somethin' I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better I'm pushin' to stay

Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit and moan Time rolls on, and so we travel on Time rolls on Saw a sign on the path 'All seekers this way' A fairy sat and laughed And threw a petal my way As I neared the bridge Two soldiers stood and stared,

Well, I don't know Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know, oh no, oh no Well I told you once and I told you twice But ya never listen to my advice You don't try very hard to please me With what you

High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage I said high Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands And you want to see me do my thing All you gotta do

We were a rock, ready to roll, there was a fire down in our souls And all the whole world had to stand still, then turn around us 'Cause that was the deal And oh how those nights went flowing like wine, When I was all yours and you were all mine And we