Four Flat Tires - Spew

They drive from town to town
Spewing that same old bullshit
We don't want you around
Walked the line and now they've pushed it
Think it's fine but it's not
Party's ours so don't crash it
Don't you have a fucking job
Go home to your wife and kids
They think they're one of us
Spewing that same old bullshit
I think I've had enough
Talking tough and now they've earned it
Think they're fine but they're not
Party's ours so don't crash it
Who the fuck do you think you are
Get out
Get out
One, two, three, four

Written by:
Elijah Bell

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