SUICIDE DOORS

World's Itchiest Bum

This is the story of Leo
Who lived under the interstate
He went to a store to buy some liquor
And got himself a lucky break

He bought the winning ticket in the lottery
He won the million dollar prize
They asked him what will he spend it on
He said I'm going to France to get me some fries

He got an around-world ticket with unlimited stops
To satisfy his wanderlust
He got a tattoo inked on his dirty old arm
See the world or bust

He started a fire in the Louvre to keep warm
And burned up the Mona Lisa
And the food was so weird he took off to Rome
Lookin' for the tower of pizza

He's got to keep on movin'
Can't sit still too long
Before he gets there he's thinkin' of leavin'
He's the world's itchiest bum
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Blue Ribbon Beer

We won't be blue as long as we're together tonight
And drinking our blue ribbon beer
And the snow may be falling
And you could get frostbite
It's gonna be so warm in here

I told you that I liked to party
When I met you many years ago
You asked me if I a had drinkin' problem
And I told you that the answer was no

I took you to a honky tonk on our first date
We both got high on alcohol
And now it's getting hard to keep up with you
Especially when you're on a roll

You like drinkin' beer and I do too
Between us we can knock them down
We've painted the place red so many times
They're askin' us to get out of town

Your mama doesn't like it when you fall down drunk
Your daddy wants me to go to hell
I told them that we were old enough to handle ourselves
And we are doing very well
CHORUS

CHRIST I'M LOSIN' IT

Poured syrup in my coffee, guess I thought it was cream
Someone honked I turned my wheel, hey what's the deal?
Clipped a coupon from J. C Penny, tried to use it at Sears
Went to Cracker Barrel, tried to order a beer.
Christ I'm losin' it
It's drivin' me insane
Don't know what's wrong with me
What the hell is in my brain
Christ I'm losin' it
It's not the way that it should be
The only thing I know is
Christ I'm losin' it
Left my keys in the house, locked myself outside
I still haven't found them, man I must be fried
If I hadn't lost my glasses maybe I could see
I don't know what's goin' on, what the hell is wrong with me
Christ I'm losin' it
It's drivin' me insane
Don't know what's wrong with me
What the hell is in my brain
Christ I'm losin' it
It's not the way that it should be
The only thing I know is
Christ I'm losin' it
I was working for the devil, wasn't too much of a job
Now I know there's a better offer and it only comes from God
Gotta change the way I'm livin', gonna turn a new page
I will sit down with the Lord, and this is what I'll say
Christ I'm losin' it
I took your name in vain
Now I know what's wrong with me
And I'll never be the same
Christ I'm losin' it
What was missing now I see
You stripped away all my fears
And Christ I'm losing it

God’s Little Acre

That ol’ shotgun shack is callin’ me back, to God’s little acre

The cotton crop is ready to pick on God’s little acre

Once again I’m travelin’ down Tobacco Road

Got its red dirt in my soul, can’t let go….of God’s little acre

I’m waitin’ for sweet Ellie Mae, on God’s little acre

I’ll always love her come what may, on God’s little acre

But the mill shut down and the crops are gone

Lost our land now I’m just a wayward son….here on God’s little acre

Solo

Don’t cha know it’s a brand new day, on God’s little acre

Under the sign ‘low prices always’, in God’s little acre

That ol’ road ends somewhere out in the parking lot

Guess I should be thankful for this job I got…..here on God’s little acre

God’s little acre

How you doin’?

God’s little acre

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