We are a product of the southern working class and the industry.nDon't you dare sell the devil your soul, nbecause it costs way more than cheap whiskey,nand all your kids will grow up to love rock and roll.nSo drink yourself to sleep. We'll be the enemy.nBut we won't piss on your gums if your teeth catch fire.nDon't think for yourself. Just do what you're told.nAnd fucking politics will be your inability.nnNow we will get what we all deserve.nnYou do the two step and I'll do the tango.nWhile the boys make their rounds in the limousine.nSomeone else will be their savior if you don't go.nThe thrill of being raped. nIt makes you want to stay and put your hand in nbut we thought you were a mannequin.nWe'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.nnNever knowing where we're going.nnNow we live like the French in Hell.nKilling mockingbirds for dimes in a white trash rodeo.nWe killed the infantry, got blood on the bed, nand we still don't do a damn thing we're told.nNow this is killing you. American taboo.nIt's just a feeling of being replaced.nIt's enough to drive sheep to the perilous agenof being redefined by everything they hate.nnNow we will get what we all deserve.nnYou do the two step and I'll do the tango.nWhile the boys make their rounds in the limousine.nSomeone else will be their savior if you don't go.nThe thrill of being raped. It makes you want to stay and put your hand in nbut we thought you were a mannequin.nWe'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.nnNever knowing where we're going.nnYour daddy is a killer and your mom is a slut,nbut nobody really cares because we all want some.nIf we should fail then God forgive us, its priority one.nWe're here to the Devil's work. Participate or go home.nnYour daddy is a killer and your mom is a slut,nbut nobody really cares because we all want some.nIf we should fail then God forgive us, its priority one.nWe're here to the Devil's work. Participate or go home.nnNow we will get what we all deserve.nnYou do the two step and I'll do the tango.nWhile the boys are stuck on bourbon and gasoline.nWe'll die in vain in a new tuxedo.nnNever knowing where we're going.