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So you found I was behind that baby
Bound him and your old lady,
So you put her down to sleep,
In the back of her old chevy pickup,
Blood stains, and rum and makeup,
All wrapped up in a sheet
Well you drink a beer,
And grab a shove,
I'm tryin' to find your keys,
And you make a trip
Through these albums,
For your
Try to make yourself forget the things you chant,
Before it all got ugly,
Before she started to spread her legs for another man,
Drinking wiskey in your Trailer,
Blue light is getting bailer,
A bottle, bandage, a half a sandwich, noon
Its Time to drink a beer
And grab a shove,
I'm tryin' to find your keys,
When you make a trip
Through these albums,
For your
Well It's a simple thing
And no it doesn't matter
A bullet in his brain
And you can watch it splatter (Echo: splatter)
You think its over,
But in truth is that it's just about to start
Its not the brain, its a matter of the heart
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah-yea-h-h-h
Where and when you see it splatter,
I found it doesn't matter
You close your eyes, you hold your breathe
And in the end, it doesn't matter (Echo: matter, matter, matter)