Justin Seitzler, Joshua Morris and Daniel Dekalb - Gibson S G

Hey Peter how you been?
They still have you playing doorman?
Still arguing with Baptists bout who can and can't come in?

I always figured I'd be called here
You'd let me in for being funny
Can you wrangle me a cold beer?
They didn't send me here with money.

Okay, give me the tour
Introduce me to the fold
I'll try to keep my mouth shut
But I hate doing what I'm told

Tell me all about the activities
Is there more to it than this?
I can't spend eternity on my knees
That's not my heavenly bliss
I'm having second thoughts
You know I always cold feet
You know it ain't your fault
Mind giving me a minute to think?

Cause I've seen the streets
And yes, they're made of gold
And the choirs did sound sweet
But I don't want a harp to hold
Hell, I want a Gibson SG


Well I've got rambling fever
Suppose I have since I was born
Forgive me but I do know now
What I've wanted all along

A seat next to the fire
A hand of poker with my friends
An open bar's required
Put a jukebox at the end

Fill it with stones
Let's make Bocephus proud
Let's show him all his rowdy friends
Have not yet settled down

Cause I've seen the streets
And yes they're made of gold
And the choirs did sound sweet
But I don't want a harp to hold.

Goddamn, give me a Gibson SG
Hell, give me a Gibson SG

Written by:
JUSTIN SEITZLER

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