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The Pietasters
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Fat Sack
Lyricist：Todd Eckhardt, Thomas Glenn Goodin, Stephen Lewis Jackson
Look at them, way out there
It's a hot new thing, it's from thin air
Talkin' 'bout, how it is
Shut your mouth you stupid kids
It's hard to tell how much you've seen
Bet you missed the point again
Thanks a lot you've had your say
Time to move to another day
Another day another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win no sympathy for you
Blood is thick and water's too
But the families whatchin' over you
With a man in love, tell that shit
Well, step right up and take some licks
Bourbon jungle's what you get
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Sorry my brother broke your chin
Steady yourself you're out of time
Drinks gonna come and you're gonna find
Another day another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win no sympathy for you
In my head you do not see
10 brass knuckles gonna bust your teeth
See my sack, oh so fat
A million mother fuckers gonna get my back
Another day another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win no sympathy for you
Another day another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win no sympathy for you
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