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Sloppy Seconds - Iynchtown U.S.A. lyrics

Artist: Sloppy Seconds

album: First 7 Inches And Then Some


Oil up your shotgun
For the time of your life, tell the wife
That you won't be home tonight
Lock up your daughters
In the hickory shack, and jump in the back
Of my pickup truck, alright
We're gonna go downtown where the action is
We're gonna plug a couple nigger-lovin' communists
We're never ever ever gonna hear from them again
And it's open season, so open fire
We got shit for brains, and guns for hire
It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to pay
Here in Lynchtown, Lynchtown, USA!
Call up my uncle
He's the chief of police, the justice of peace
And the circuit judge besides
We'll round up a couple
Of the good ol' boys, we gotta make some noise
But let's leave our hoods behind
We gotta show these long-hairs where it's at
With burning crosses and baseball bats
And they'll never ever be seen or heard again
And in Lynchtown, nobody ever sings
They don't know where they were, know what they did
So it's the easiest thing
And it's open season, so open fire!
We got shit for brains and guns for fire!
It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to pay
Here in Lynchtown, Lynchtown, USA!

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