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jon lawler - bullshit blues lyrics

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bye bye my baby cried
everybody must agree
you better pick your clothes up off the floor
close the door as you leave

you better get yourself together mama
you’ll be dead up on your feet
you gotta shoot them f-ckin cowboys
you gotta nail them to the seats

you got monkeys jumpin left and right
let the men get back tonight
you got six shooters in the shootin yard
and the monkey says you might choke hard

you got drag queens and chat show hosts
which ones do you hate the most
there’s a peep show up on the channel nine
leave that freak show right behind

i said bye bye my baby cried
everybody must agree
you better pick your clothes up off the floor
close the door as you leave

you better get yourself together mama
you’ll be dead up on your feet
no money in your pocket and your jeans are tall
you gotta bring it on back to me

and you got telephones and fax machines
f-ck knows what all that means
you got beatnik electricity
and government conspiracy

you got desperado steve mcqueens
with the blues and the whites and the whites and the greens
politicians suicide
n-z-s in the countryside

and you got iceland playing rock n roll
like johnny b goode and bless my soul
you got semtex in the cotton fields
tantric s-x and fake ideals

you got white lines in the monkey bars
aristocratic football stars
presidential bl-wj-b queens
fireworks and laser beams

and you got trenchcoats k!lling kids for kicks
politician dirty tricks
and junk injecting parasites
and palestines and isrealites

freeform guru diplomats
widescreen k!ller copy cats
and you clear through these troubadours
and delta blues and k!lling floors

- jon lawler lyrics

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