The Pietasters:Fat Sack

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“Fat Sack”
Artist: The Pietasters
Albums: Willis (1997)
Composers: Eckhardt/Goodin/Jackson


Look at them, way out there
It's a hot new thing, it's from thin air
Talking 'bout, how it is
Shut your mouth you stupid kids

It's hard to tell how much you've seen
Bet you missed the point again
Thanks a lot you've had your say
Time to move to another day

Another day, another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win, no sympathy for you
One, two, three, four

Blood is thick and water's too
But the families whatchin' over you
With a man in love, tell that shit
Well, step right up and take some licks

Burbon jungle's what you get
Sorry my brother broke your chin
Steady yourself you're out of time
Drinks gonna come and you're gonna find

Another day, another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win, no sympathy for you

In my head you do not see
Ten brass knuckles gonna bust your teeth
See my sack, oh so fat
A million mother fuckers gonna get my back

Another day, another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win, no sympathy for you
One, two, three, four

Another day, another time
Spend your weekend home there wasting time
A certain win, no sympathy for you
One, two, three, four