Beer Beer Beer, Bed Bed Bed

A girl asked me out to eat, I thought to myself, should I go? 
Though I ain't got the money I said sure why not, I can tag along
I was sweating like the pig I am, I felt like dying
I was eager to leave, then she said your place or mine?
  
Well for me this night is going to go like: 
beer beer beer then straight to bed bed bed

How about we skip that dinner 
and skip the boat trip down the river 
and get few packs of beers from the store?
It's not going to take too long, 
then you can try to walk me home, 
'cause i'm an old drunk with bad liver.

Second time a round, I just thought, she hadn’t learned a thang
had to bum all drinks from her and soon enough she just busted out the cans 
she hammered down a bottle of wine, my beer my took time
I was eager to leave, then she said your place or mine?

Well for me this night is going to go like: 
beer beer beer then straight to bed bed bed.

She said how about you skip your plans
and just this once you take a chance
and  we get few packs of beers from the store?
I’ll try to kiss you if I’m able
then take a nap here at the table
'cause we’re both old drunks with bad livers

Beer Beer Beer, Bed Bed Bed

Calamity Steve

Once my momma told me, son you need to stop chasing that tail
Cause sooner or later you'll end up either hung or in jail
So I might not be the fine man you take me for
I've tried my luck at the streams and I've sold my horse

	Don't know if I'll get home
	Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore

What I got for my ride, I lost at the wheel
and I washed up no goddamn gold, so I had to steal 
And I drink what I'm able, if it comes to much, well that there figures 
but that's the day's affair and the liquors.

	Don't know if I'll get home
	Sold my boots and owe nine dollars to a whore

They say never trust a man with both a belt and suspenders
She was screaming over a few bucks, so my .38 had to end her
As the sheriff knocked down my door, for damn sure I tried to flee
No use with my pants around my ankles, so they strung me from a tree

	Now I'll never get home
	Sold my boots but atleast I don't owe a whore

Calamity Steve

Cardboard Mansion

The sunshine seems brighter, when you’re looking through an empty glass
The fire burns warmer, in a barrel beneath a railroad overpass
Sleeping bag of old papers to keep a man warm through the night
And a nickel or a dime to save in my shoe for the next plight

	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when there’s no downwards to go
	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when you’ve got nowhere to go

A mansion out of cardboard after the open skies
and a fist fight feels like a breeze after maze in both your eyes

	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when there’s no downwards to go
	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when you’ve got nowhere to go

The grass feels warmer, after sleeping in the sleet
and a stolen apple turns in to a michelin star feast

	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when there’s no downwards to go
	There is an upside to the hobo low
	when you’ve got nowhere to go

Cardboard Mansion

Shroomshine

Legless burning tribal eagle
Hairless screaming hunting beagle
Both soar in the golden skyline
I'm, plowing mud, on my left side

Katana wielding buck tooth bastards
A hallelujah singing bullgod master
Weeping in their zodiac villas
For the sahara swim team of swedish guerrillas

	Tryin' to get home 
	but the home-made shroomshine's 
	strangling me too strong

Magma surfing pistolero
Thorn crown turning into halo
Made of sci-fi light-sabers
I flap my wings like a swamp scarefrog

	Tryin' to get home 
	but the home-made shroomshine's 
	strangling me too strong

Cambodian bulldogs in pilot goggles
Flight risking cocaine smugglers
Burning sesame street liars
As I'd be whipping down some cessna spitfires 

	Tryin' to get home 
	but the home-made shroomshine's 
	strangling me too strong

Shroomshine

Swamp Moses

I’ll take you where you need to be
Through open jaws, through grinning teeth
Through stagnant waters up to knee
Through fellow men who used to be

Hover on the deep green sea
of dragon flies lingering
Above the fish who must be thinking
to hell with this

I drag the waters with the keel
So if there’s fish they can swim free
Tracing back the way I’ve came
I divide the swamp with the speed

They call me the Swamp Moses

I’ll take you where you need to be
Through gouged out eyes staring from beneath
Through the placid boiling underneath
Through possum ghosts hung from the trees

Float on the bay of gator tears,
Turtle skulls and empty shells
Drown ignorant bastards 
who try to mess with my still

I drag the waters with the keel
to make sure they stay underneath
Tracing back the way I’ve came
to keep the bloodhounds a bay

They call me the Swamp Moses

Swamp Moses

Full Barrels

Six men around the table and one shiny .38/
All ready to pull the trigger, a click or shot, it's all the same/
Six nails to their coffins are slowly burning away/
Six bullet in to the barrel and leave the outcome to the fate//

	It's a game, where the winner gets out..
	It's a game, where the winner gets out..
	With six bullets, they all can get out //

Six reasons around the table and one shiny .38
Me, the wife, old debts, kids, job and lousy friends, it’s all the same
Six glasses, six fingers full are all six gulped away 
When the smell of burnt black powder clears none of them had stayed

	It's a game, where the winner gets out..
	It's a game, where the winner gets out..
	With six bullets, they all can get out //
	With six bullets, they all can get out //

Full Barrels

Gaol

I got what I wanted by making moonshine
They locked me away for a very long time
They gave me a free room and a few meals a day
Kids today don't know the perks of jail

	Lock me up, give me fresh air once a day
	sell my stuff can't use my freedom anyway
	Lock me up, give me fresh air once a day

	Lock me up..
	You got it sensei!

I'ma doing just fine here, but I don't wanna brag
Although getting hammered is kind of a drag
Everyone's so nice, got no reason to disobey
Still need to get me some liquor bubbling away

Mattress ain't too bad, just don't mind the stains
Got time on my hands to catch up on old aims
They search my room daily, say I’m outta control
Would it be nasty to make the hooch in the toilet bowl

	Lock me up, give me fresh air once a day
	sell my stuff can't use my freedom anyway
	Lock me up, give me fresh air once a day

	Lock me up..
	You got it sensei!

Gaol

Jack Spliffilä

Dip the spliff in to the Jack
and pass it on over to me
If you want me to give it back
start rolling a new one right away

	all this fog don't mean a thing
	and the dog he just likes to swing
	roll a new one and let the old one dry
	while the new one is on it's way

		I hope I don't come tumbling down

Jack Spliffilä

There Ain’t No Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood,  
Drawn from the Devils veins,
 And sinners plunged beneath that flood
 Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
 That fountain in His day; 
And there have I, though vile as he, 
Washed all the stains away.

Dear Lucifer, Thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its pow’r, 
Till all the ransomed church of Satan 
Are safe, to sin some more.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming sin has been my theme,  
And shall be till I die.

When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue
 Lies silent in the grave, 
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
Let Satan’s power reign

There Ain't No Fountain

Then We're Done

Notes we just pulled out from the skies
Empty glasses left behind
(Hey, Junior,) strum a chord from this old man’s song
…You can have the banjo
when my last song has been sung
And then we’re done

With mah fingers carved from stone
too stiff to hold a cup
my Drinking problem’s when I ain’t got one
Scratch my pockets to the bone
a brew for the road and then I’m gone
And then we're done.

Last night I saw y’smile at me
I mumbled “Hi.” irresistibly
Someone’s always falling for the drunk
left you Sleeping with the sun
One more look in your eyes, it was fun
and then we’re done

Temples of good times in the sun.
Series of falls and they're gone.
There is always one killer on the run.
Just leave me by the road, 
i'll hitch a ride from him and i'm gone. 
And then we're done.

I’m broken down like time does to everyone
Just leave me here alone, 
There’s nothing wrong in dying when you’re done
and then you’re gone

Then We're Done

Hobo country. Songs about lost souls, excessive alcohol use and the devil.

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