Lyrics:
Bright lights!
What's cookin'?
Smells to me just like a plebian feast!
Bring on by that prosperous behind and
Fave a flavor? Place your wager!
Come on down!
Bring the family
Watch the wantin' wanna stay afloat
Just one holds a place in perpetuity
It's time to rock and roll
Broken bones galore!
Ooh this one looks mad, his opponent is reeling!
Y'all ain't friends no more!
Glad we're protected by this glass ceiling
We want gore!
Knock 'em silly!
Fist to the lips and uh, this loser wins!
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Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive,
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up, HEY!
Survive a day at a time
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Round two!
Brahahaha!
Slow smoked and braised to perfection
Another rack of proletariat ribs?
Tenderized by the fight from the first verse
Mmm mmm. Delish!
Perverted for expendable poverty properly pummled?
Yeah, go ahead and throw 'em a bone if you want a good rumble!
Well, you got the money? Then we'll see you at BTBBRBBBQ
So this is our fate?
Scrapping for scraps below the table
So we can live to fight another day
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue.
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Bleed the lot of 'em dry
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
One fight
Two fight
Red white
Blue fight
Big Town always does it right!
This can't be the way
This ain't a life
It's just survival
Oceans of ravenous and ruthless eyes
I'm terrified
That I'll be the catch of the night
They can't be our fates
Just take my hand
We'll stand defiant
More than the lesser thans
They've machinized
We'll unify...
Boohoo, meat's back on the menu!
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Ain't an ending in sight
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
BIG TOWN BANKY BLAINE 

Releases December 25, 2020
Written / Performed By Bear Ghost
Recorded at Premiere Studios by Jeremy Parker
Mastered at Tone & Volume Mastering by Dan Shike
Artwork by Adam Dumper aka Dump La Rock

Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Bbq

Bear Ghost