The icebox is locked and I can't cool down    It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town    Round midnight why can't the light be found    Got me poundin' on the pavement wrestlin' with the ground    Sharkskin in a pig pen stirrin' up a sound    Pawn shop stacks a box of .45 rounds    Got a code to uphold contractually bound    said the icebox is locked and I can't cool down    Icebox is locked and I cannot cool down    Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll       The icebox is locked and I can't cool down    Got both barrels cocked and a young blood hound    There's an old butchers block where you pay by the pound    And the homecoming queen's waiting tables in her own crown    Belly up to the bar to buy the first round    Bartender surrenders says we're in a dry town    Son we can't serve you here he said with a frown    Because the icebox is locked so you can't cool down       Icebox locked and I cannot cool down    Umbrella drinks and cheap cigars while hot tub bubbles roll    Icebox locked and I cannot cool down    Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll       Born of this world of hate - Born of an orphaned throne    Born without a faith - Born of a broken home    Belly to the bar dark in the block    Draw an ace from the top of the stack