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He was a plug-ugly son ofa bitch
With a fist where most folks
Get their face sore
He was a plug-ugly son ofa bitch
With a fist where most folks
Get their face shut up
Me and a half dozen of us would've done him in
But he was never around
Except when we were drunk
And he’s not like we are
See he drinks his Jack straight
And he thinks he's some big cheese
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
Would've done him in
Could’ve put him by
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
I could've deep-sixed him
Wouldn't bat an eye
Not like we are
He drinks his Jack straight
And he sleeps in his cab
And he pays his whores
And hes not like we are
Drinks his Jack straight
And he fucks his wife
And he pays his whores
But I'm God's gift to women
Always want my dick
Except for that girl thinks I'm trash
God's gift to women
Always want my dick
Except for that girl, kill her
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
Would've done him in
Could’ve put him by
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
I could’ve deep-sixed him
Wouldn't bat an eye
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
Would’ve done him in
Could've put him by
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
I could've deep-sixed him
Wouldn't bat an eye
A buck knife
A saw blade
A lead pipe
A twelve-gauge
Would’ve done him in
Could've put him by
A buck knife
A saw blade
A twelve-gauge
I could've deep-sixed him
Wouldn't bat an eye
Hey There Big Truck was written by Steve Albini.
From the Racer-X liner notes:
Spend five minutes with a truck driver, and your conversation will encompass the whole of man’s experience. Sex, hate, pain, money, liquor, food, pride, humility, ambition, weapons, Waylon Jennings, dick size — everything. Deep six, deep seven — whatever it takes. This...