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There are cherries, they're ripe for the picking America's losing, meth recipies 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 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 past six months, 12 days been up, just the monster and me And I just want you to get some sleep Wake up, wake up wake up, wake up wake up, wake up wake up, wake up Don't go, don't go Don't go, don't go Don't go, don't go Don't.. |