I'm not the king of anythingNor am I a godI
Booze party on a Saturday nightCome back to my
Toxic waste rises to the heavensBurning rain on a burial
I wake at the stroke of midnightI need to quench
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hoodGoing to drive it
Marshall stacks piled highLook like girlsBut they're guysLots of hair
Some people call me a redneckAnd some people call me
Misanthropic maniacsIs what we've all becomeWe don't hateJust anythingWe just
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