There are cherries, ripe for picking America's losing, meth recipes cooking Oh excuse me miss, can I buy you a drink Just don't mind the bitter aftertaste Oh no, the jokes on you You're now infected with the dirty south plague Fathers grab your daughters, cause the boys are back in town
Wake up, lets stop, I just want to go home And I've been sick for the pas six months 12 days been up, just the monster and me And I just want you to get some sleep Wake up Don't Go Monster, don't go