American Wheeze Lyrics
i've grown tired, of the words of the single manhangin' lifeless on his every word -- o manyou don't understand dear manthe little angel held out her handsayin' father, father i love youo praise jesus i got herok yeah billygoat an we'll play farmi didn't mean to spirit stiff younor to doy you no harmyou say you've got a bone to pickwell, there's plenty showin' on mecome on up yeah bring your temper boywe'll see, we'll seeyeah you may be the only one come on sonbring your blade and your gunand if i die by your handi've gotta home in glory land
16 Horsepower American Wheeze
