Santeria
Down in Mississippi where the sun
Beats down from the sky
They give it up, and they give it up, and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone
He rolled away one day and he never came home
It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitlers master plan
What it takes to be a man
In my mind
In my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back
With those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
The day that I die
Will be the day that I
Shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
get down on my knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away
Back up ya'll
It ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backwards ass hillbilly
I'm Dick Butkiss
You know I lie
I get meam
I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile
In my mind
In my brain
I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal it ain't me
If I make you cry I might
Be your daddy at the end of your night
Take a load from my big gun
You only see what you want to believe
when you creep from the back
You got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 devils best friend
Makes no difference
It's all the same in the end