The Book Of Tequila Lyrics - Wrecked - Pig

I'm riding on prime slime baby 

Hoeing my row give me gas to grow 

I'm sired on sin suckled on gin 

Now I'm breaking hands not breaking bread 

You've got lips, hips, filter tips 

This is the time of hails and nails 

You read it, I plead it 

I take a lickin' and stay kickin' tonight 

I drink the book of tequila daily 

I'm the one who can't say maybe 

My broken down morality 

The bile in my hypocrisy 

Head up road meat here he comes 

One little piggy, one big gun 

Highs, lies, dilated eyes 

The sewer will anaethetize 

I got a belly full of joy juice 

And my success is shooting up the bile 

Of my excess 

I'm in the front row of the misery show 

All messed up and ready to blow 

I drink the book of tequila daily 

I'm the one who can't say maybe 

My broken down morality 

The bile in my hypocrisy 

Head up road meat here he comes 

One little piggy, one big gun 

Highs, lies, dilated eyes 

The sewer will anaethetize 

Head up road meat here he comes 

One little piggy, one big gun 

Highs, lies, dilated eyes 

The sewer will anaethetize 

My golden slipper is liquor 

The sweetest smell and I am blessed 

There's a golden shower for your thirsty flower 

A page of spite for each sordid night 

Head up road meat here he comes 

One little piggy, one big gun 

Highs, lies, dilated eyes 

The sewer will anaethetize 

Head up road meat here he comes 

One little piggy, one big gun 

Highs, lies, dilated eyes 

The sewer will anaethetize 

Will anaethetize 

Will anaethetize 

Anaethetize 

Anaethetize 

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