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juice head.

He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt
Wears his Birkenstocks to work
Is he a jerk? No, just confused
Jeff don't wear regular shoes

When I tell Tim, I’m telling Tim.

I’m telling Tim.

If you think,
That I’m a loser.
Well you suck,
Cuz you know I ain’t nothing but a user- Of your love.

Push th’ little daisies and make em come up.

good god this song is thirty two fkn years old

Since you left me, baby, I've been true to you. I don't run around every gal in town the way I used to do.
Startin' over new, yours forever blue.

Steve Earle and bluegrass legend Del McCoury

The night begins to shine.

I got some real bad news this morning. Rest in peace M.

What a waste of good corn liquor.
From the ‘still they pulled the plug.
And the revenue’rs snickered,
Cuz she melted in the liquor.
And they had to bury poor Lily by the jug.

Bluegrass song about a gal that fell in her daddy’s liquor ‘still and died. It’s all tongue-in-cheek.

Another favorite from the mid level p rock band of all time. El Hefe really giving it all the way here.

Not the best p-rock band around but easily a solid 4 or 7.

El Hefe is a beast on the horns.

The things we never tried to disallow,
Have come back to haunt us now,
With apple pie and Chevrolet,
We’ve come to see the end,
We’ve all made this bed.
Now we’ve got nowhere to lay-
dies and gentlemen.
Try and understand.

More proof that Fat Mike writes great fucking lyrics.

This song is a guilty pleasure and I scream it at the top of my lungs. It’s something that was the background soundtrack to a lot of my Christmas memories over the years. It’s one of maybe five songs that are appropriate for the Christmas season.