At night in the minefield, tuggin’ my uniform nLoose chaps and keeping tabs where I’m lying on nWhere you suppose the interest came nIn whose to receive here and whose to blame nHuh? I don’t get it .. C’mon nnShotgun ……… those shells and get those slippery suckers down nASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around nWith your microphone hidden in my drawers nWhy don’t you just beat me off with those claws nHit it nnI trust you just as far as low fat groceries nWouldn’t you like to know whose tugging at my jeans nI’ll stick this friggin’ neck right down your cake-hole nJust as soon as let you mess with the love I know nnIt’s thuggery nIt’s thuggery nIt’s thuggery nnIt’s your time to shout get over it nLet the blood rush to my head nCome on little man nWhat don’t you get