There are cherries, ripe for picking.nAmerica's losing, meth recipies cooking.nOh excuse me miss, can i buy you a drink,nJust don't mind the bitter aftertaste.nOh no, the jokes on younYou're now infected with the dirty south plague.nFathers grab your daughters, cause the boys are back in town.nWake up, lets stop, I just want to go home.nAnd I've been sick for the pas six months,n12 days been up, just the monster and me.nAnd I just want you to get some sleepnWake up Don't Go.nMonster, don't go.