U.S. Bombs
"Beetle Boot"

Mackn with Trish in the dark on the docks

Turn the ambulance sirens up emergency

Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off

Any day now there gonna drop the bomb

And were gonna be a bucket of bones

We got an hour till day

We got to go all the way

And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone

Roll over baby say hello daddy king

Adoption papers ready come to Dixie

A dysfunctional home hostage all alone

Old soup on your apron babe

I'll lick it off I woke up to the alarm on my radio

Those AM airwaves all ways set me off

The old men talk all day they talk about the same old things

Dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened

And I gotta buy a pair of shoes

Gotta get her number and I'm gonna make a telephone call

Let's go splash some booze I wanna drink it off

You told me to get a barrel

(And ride it down niagra falls)