you got your damn hands in every pocket
oh don't you love 'em sometimes
well you dad-gum government
you're sittin' up there like a fool's convention
oh don't you love 'em sometimes
well you soul selling no-good
son-of-a-shoe-fittin' firestarters
i ought to tear your no good
and nail it to your government walls
you got yourself an itch a
and you want me to scratch it
oh don't you love 'em sometime
well you soul selling no-good
son-of-a-shoe-fittin' firestarters
i ought to tear your no good
and nail it to your government walls
you got your damn hands in every pocket
oh don't you love 'em sometimes