Withered Hand
Hard On
The beer, the beer, the beer, the beerThe beer don't make you a manNo it takes something elseSomething I'll never haveAnd a beer, a beer, a beer, a beerA beer makes you feel goodLike if you wanted you couldKick anybody's assA knife, a knife, a knife, a knifeA knife makes you feel strongWith a gun you're never wrongEverybody try to stay calmI think the safety's onA car, a car, a car, a carA car means you can goWhenever you want toWith an FM radioGuitars, guitars, guitars, guitarsGuitars, Thin Lizzy rocksSo dust off your old stompboxand we'll run it through your Voxand your FirebirdLetras de cancionesCos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tiredYou're tired of feeling sadYour disappointed, hurt and madAnd all the poetry you've written is badBecause a pen, a pen, a pen, a penA pen don't mean you can writeYou're no fucking John UpdikeEven if you spell it rightJust like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardonA hardon don't mean you're in loveCos when the pushing comes to shoveDo you really want to be here?
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