Eggs for Rib

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Cop Shoot Cop - Rock, Industrial Rock

Eggs for Rib

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It will hurt if I swallow It will hurt if I swallow It will hurt if I-- Mommy! Cut short that long goodbye You're spilling entrails down the drain Slumped over the kitchen sink I got that gutted feeling again Down another pint of gin My guts are twisted inside out Well anyway, this town's a mess Let's pack a suitcase and move out Slack-jawed and fully loaded You stood there pissing on your feet Like something the cat dragged in And something the dog wouldn't eat Eggs for rib, you said it I'm hanging broken on a nail Eggs for rib, I don't get it Send me a postcard in the mail Hasta la vista You're just an oil slick On the dragstrip You're just a skidmark On the speedway Speedway You're down in Tijuana I'm back on 42nd Street With the smell of motor oil Mixing with blood stains on the sheet Eggs for rib, you said it I wrote this in a Boston jail Eggs for rib, I don't get it Send me a postcard in the mail Send me a postcard Well you're the new joke From the old school Think you're a big shit 'Round the cesspool You're just a whirlpool In the mainstream Think you're the big drag On the dope scene You're just an oil slick On the dragstrip You're just a skidmark On the speedway On the speedway On the speedway

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Writers
  • Jack Natz