Outta the Way, Pigfuckers

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Outta the Way, Pigfuckers

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Well, I gotta go, down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers, it's getting old I'm leaving town, anywhere bound Call my name, I won't be found With your Wal-Mart gossip, and country-fried philosophy Toothless witticisms about farm machinery Just a greasy ham stuffed with high-school football scores I'm hitting the road, mister, I can't take it anymore Well, I gotta go, down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers, it's getting old I'm leaving town, anywhere bound Call my name, I won't be found Line-dancing silicon bimbos trying to be seen Jacked-up high-school jarheads trading licks at the Dairy Queen A thousand well-placed hand grenades in the local mall My little way of saying "Goodbye to all y'all!" Well, anyone can see, it's been home to better than me I guess I better watch what I say Well what am I supposed to do, the one thing I know is true The only time I like it is when I'm far away Well, I gotta go, down the road Outta my way, pigfuckers, it's getting old I'm leaving town, anywhere bound Call my name, I won't be found

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