Bout What's Obvious to the Eye

You’re one of them people that think they’re, real cool

But man, I have seen a lot of fools, just like you

I’ve seen people get killed for nothing, in this town

And people die, without ever having lived

Ever time I look into your, pretty smiling face

Your eyes hit me like a twenty pound hammer

I’ve got red socks and sharp suspenders

A motorcycle and a double barreled shotgun for fun

How about we dance baby, on your heated seat

And wear Santa caps and ignore other people's fate

We both know that Mickey Mouse’s hands tell lies

Let’s play with our eight grade pickled frog brains

And watch police dogs sniff for hidden explosives

While we drink absinthe and eat chocolate cheesecake

Let us genuflect before coffee and Benedicts

While the mortgage rates drop and the foreclosures climb

Come on baby, straddle my motorcycle seat

Let’s blow this place and let the NewsChick sing

Bout what's obvious to eye

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