MAS SUICIDE
Well we went travelin' – went everywhere
We saw some people
They sat and stared
I went in the back room with my Coors Lite
And I said…
Since I was just a little tyke
I've kept on swingin' with all my might
My life's a shotgun without a sight
And I say mas suicide!
Folks, I tried religion – but that ain't right
That “ Ooga – Booga” – that's too uptight
Worse that the needle, worse that the pipe
And I say...
And all the women – oh what a sight!
If you like freckles and overbite
The local men folks, they ain't to bright
Though there's a couple who read and write
Now, I ain't cryin', this ain't no gripe
But the promoter just took a hike
I sittin' the back room without no lights
And I say mas suicide!
Well, no we went travelin' – went everywhere
We seen some people – they sat and stared
I went into the bathroom and clogged the pipe
And I said…
Since I was just a little tyke
I've kept swingin', but it's just a strike – strike- strike
But I'm still trying' with all my might
To end this journey into the night
The last two patrons started to fight
Cuz on yelled “Greebird!” one yelled “That Bites!”
I got in the back room and grab a knife
And I say Mass Suicide!