With stocking face I bought a gun, the plan was set, the plan was done
Looked at my watch and started for the door,
Now the food here aint so good no more and they closed the package store
Love your mama, love your brother, love ’em till they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on cry a jag on me
Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, you know I’m not to blame
You know my reputation for playing a ggod clean game
Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, I’ll keep my promise when
You turn that heartbeat over again
My poisons named, you know my brand, so please make mine a double, Sam
Stir it up nice, I’ll eat it right here;
Yeah, this highway runs from Paraguay and I’ve just come all the way
Chorus
We warned the corpse of William Wright not to cuss and drink all night
Ticket in hand, we saw him laid to rest;
Oh, but zombie see and zombie do, he’s here with me and you
Chorus