Lyrics

He's got a one bedroom trailer and a brand new satellite dish A beer and remote control clenched between his fists And he sits in his chair and thinks of all the things he's missed Living on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer It's Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers With his momma's .38 he'll blow away all his fears He's a hayseed time bomb, living in a turkey shoot He's coming into town to try to sell his boots He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute He's headed into town, riding on a derailed train The devil's playing skee ball deep inside his brain! People in this town will never forget his name He's a hayseed time bomb, living in a turkey shoot He's headed into town to try to sell his boots He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute