Jon Lawler - Bullsh** Blues lyrics

Bye bye my baby cried Everybody must agree You better pick your clothes up off the floor Close the door as you leave You better get yourself together mama You'll be dead up on your feet You gotta shoot them f**in cowboys You gotta nail them to the seats You got monkeys jumpin left and right Let the men get back tonight You got six shooters in the shootin yard And the monkey says you might choke hard You got drag queens and chat show hosts Which ones do you hate the most There's a peep show up on the channel nine Leave that freak show right behind I said bye bye my baby cried Everybody must agree You better pick your clothes up off the floor Close the door as you leave You better get yourself together mama You'll be dead up on your feet No money in your pocket and your jeans are tall You gotta bring it on back to me And you got telephones and fax machines f** knows what all that means You got beatnik electricity And government conspiracy You got desperado steve mcqueens With the blues and the whites and the whites and the greens Politicians suicide Nazis in the countryside And you got iceland playing rock n roll Like johnny b goode and bless my soul You got semtex in the cotton fields Tantric s** and fake ideals You got white lines in the monkey bars Aristocratic football stars Presidential bl**job queens Fireworks and laser beams And you got trenchcoats k**ing kids for kicks Politician dirty tricks And junk injecting parasites And palestines and isrealites Freeform guru diplomats Widescreen k**er copy cats And you clear through these troubadours And delta blues and k**ing floors