Alabama Thunderpussy
Whiskey War
Fists flying, on the runHow whiskey tastes like funI've had my back against the stars, face down in mudRun through the hurricaneCoincidentally felt no painCrank up the amplifiers so loudDon't wanna hear your lip no moreTake on the worldIt's Whiskey WarBackcharge the system fastCops confiscate your grass then burn it up when they get homeAnd you're still in jailDoctors will write the 'scriptsYou'll shove 'em past your lipsOne legal dealer with a quotaAin't gonna take that shit no moreTake on the worldIt's Whiskey WarSignal towers pushing power overheadScam religions, premonitions of the deadListen to me, carbon copy wannabeFUCK YOULetras de cancionesOne cannot be what they weren't born to beDon't take for granted what's your homeI won't pretend I'm aristocracyI'm just a troop in Whiskey War
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