You got 48 hours to go
Best start wrestling with your soul
Because a Texas boy's got a big hard
On for you, man

You got 48 hours to go
Better climb up out your hole or burrow in deep
Burrow in deep burrow in deep
Like a tick, like a tick like a tick, man

Runaw

He didn't like to jostle in the light
Finding it much soother in the night
With his face as pale as pancakes
And his posture in rebellion with his height

He was raised to respect Father he was loving to his Ma
Being kind to all the children and the animals he saw
In his

Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?
Whatcha gonna do about it?

When Jesus saw the pain
Of the things done in his name
He packed his suitcase and his golf clubs
Filled his pockets full of grain

He said, to hell with all of this
Then he blew a farewell kiss
To be all knowing is quite stressful
While ignorance is bliss

Ignor

Yee Haw! Look at him go
Look at that son of a bitch go

There is a boy named Junior
Playing Uncle Sam got a master plan like Vietnam
Don't give a good goddamn about Saddam
Gonna drink his oil right out the can, look at him go

Throwing cash around like it's made of dirt

He's slicker than spit
He's slicker than alligator shit
Ask the girls in town and man
They say he's it that's old Slick

He's lightning-quick
He's slyer than old St. Nick
He'll singe your eyebrows off
With one snap flick of his Bic

That's old Slick, he's finer

Believe in the lie
Of the big eyeball in the sky

Billy, watch what you're saying
Billy, watch what you do
Billy, best lay back and watch the wide screen
Believin' all of it's true

They're comin' through the dishes
And through the billboards too
They own that g

The tyranny of the hunt
Will take you by surprise
It'll cloud the most unobstructed eye
The unpliable will play

I tore a chunk from my finger
Red droplets to the floor
Suddenly it hits me
I won't be violining anymore

The tyranny of the hunt
So goes th