The Oliver Moore Band - Fine Fine Fine

She cries, that son of a bitch, just won't die
She's on her 23rd tequila, no salt, no lime
Under her bones
The blue Agave worm is still alive

But that's fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine

He groans, my blood is spilling out over the ground
How'd she ever catch me sleeping around
Hold me kiss me
Before the blade hits bone, as it's twisting

But that's fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine
Fine fine fine fine
Fine fine fine

Hold on, let your jacks show
All in and on the flop watch your stacks go
Try to hit your gutshot straight
And make your table stakes

She comes a back around cursing the name of the Lord
Swinging that Swiss made knife like a sword
Under her bones
She wraps his bloody neck with a phone cord

Written by:
The Oliver Moore Band

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