Lyrics:

Im uneducated
My clothes outdated
I dont stand politically correct

I still hate small talk
Dig fast cars and hard rock
Still like talkin about sex, sex, sex

I should be expressing
All my inner repression
I guess depressions now a cultural thing

My record company says
Blow my brains out my head
Ill make the cover of every magazine

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Step inside my nightmare
Welcome to my trip
I cannot pretend and I will not defend
Why this good old boys so tragically unhip

I still like bad girls
Who rock me hard in my world
Its monkey see then monkey do
Well Im not yours

I got an old waterbed
I like to trip into the dead
Keep a poster of KISS on my wall

I still curse, smoke, drink and toke
Makin love in the back of my car

Chorus
Solo

I like that home grown
Mind blowing
You bring it
Ill roll it

They see strange talking
Mind stopping
Asses swinging
Street walking
Floozies

Chorus