Flavor

Feel so good about a piece of trash

The birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,

The worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,

White lightnin' and old fruit jar

I get juiced from africa to spain

Ghetto blastin' down the lane,

The pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades

Dig my grave with a silver spade,

Makin' a list, takin requests

Ripping the blues out of the your vest

Strychnine

Hit it with a club, stripmine

You felt the plugs

When you dig up the path, the (?)

Beat your fists through the static and noise

Cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied..

Get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..

{scream}

Yeah

Jon spencer: you got it!

Is that good?

Jon spencer: you got it!!

Alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?

Jon spencer: you got the flavor!

You want me to do one more?

Jon spencer: you got the flavor!

You got the flavor

Jon spencer: you got the flavor!

You got the flavor!


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