CRACKS IN THE MACHINE. LIQUOR. BEER WINE LOTTO. $2.99. COLD BEER. STEEL RESERVE 21. BETTER DAYS WERE A LIE. We are cracks in the machine, we don't go along to get along. We stand our ground, we're right, we're against everything wrong. Wake up every day and see the world turn cold, doing all we can before we get too old. We stand with like-minded p
She walked in like a southern storm in lace, Whiskey eyes and a half-smile on her face. Tattooed angels peeking out a low-cut dress. I knew right then I was in for one beautiful mess. Neon lights flickering on her golden skin. Every outlaw in the room wanted to let her in. She ordered tequila straight, didn't even blink. Looked at me and said, 'Boy
F*CK YOUR WARNINGS, OUTLAW COUNTRY RAP, OUTLAW LEGENDS, OUTLAW RAP, DIRTY SOUTH. JUDGEMENT, VICTORY, LOVE. BIG PHARMA, FAKE NEWS, GMO FOODS. Ain't stepping to the left, ain't stepping to the right, got the pedal to the metal in the middle of the night. Got the suits in the city tryna tell me how to write, telling you a ticket to a fabricated f*ck.
Watch your mouth. Watch your fucking mouth, you filthy fuck. You always told me, watch your mouth. Well, fuck that tonight we burn it all down. Well, grab your whiskey boys and pass that jug around. I done lived every sin and burned this whole damn town to the ground. From the back roads straight to the devil's front porch light. Here's every curse
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