Testo Get Down, Get On Your Knees - Jimmy The Dog
Testo della canzone Get Down, Get On Your Knees (Jimmy The Dog), tratta dall'album New Tricks
My Brother's been a character I guess since he was born
A liar, cheat and hard to beat if his runnin' game was on
That asshole lied to both Mom and me with a twinkle in his eye
And that same twinkle caught Li'l Billie-Jo Jones and she married him last July
Well deceit and lies wins an empty prize if the liar gets away
My Brother been nailin' this skank downtown until that fateful day
When Billie-Jo tailed his SUV and discovered what she'd been dreading
When Brother came home, Billie'd got it on with a shotgun to his head'n
She said get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!
Well, Brother's taken by surprise at Billie-Jo's aggressive stance
He let out a yelp and a gasp and a fart and I think he might'a shit his pants
And Billie-Jo said I think I'll let this shotgun do the talkin'
Then go downtown and blow away that skank you been putin' your cock in
So get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!
He was sobbin' an' snottin' an' dribblin' an' wailin' an' promisin' his life away
Repentin' for all his wayward failin's and he'd make it up to her in any way she wanted
And until his dyin' day he would be true
Which was just as well coz she had him by the balls and his face was turnin' blue
She said get down, get on your knees
Beg me you'll do anythin' to please me
You been lyin' with your skinny whore
Well you ain't gonna lie to me no more
One trigger squeeze an' I'm free of your disease!
She said this shotgun turn you on? you sorry asshole, you disgrace
Yeah pointin' somethin' long and hard got you trouble in the first damn place
But I'm gonna put this weapon down 'coz you ain't worth the jail time, honey
So get your sad ass right outta town and leave me all your money
She said get up, get off your knees
Coz you ain't worth the air your breathe
You ain't a respectable male
And you sure ain't worth the time in jail, but
You better run before I count to three
She said you better run before I count to three
She said you better run before I count to three
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Writer(s): Jim Ferrie
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