Air Conditioning, Cold Drinks, Pussy, & Pickles Songtext
von Louie Bankston

I see you go, and I doubt it′s far, far enough
And it's done, and it′s taken, and it's all a panic
And I'm gonna drum to make it sound

Jump
Jump out, what the hell′s going on?
Are you dead or alive?
You walk through the path of the devil′s wrath
They spent their lives riding around in this stupid world


And baby melt at home
What about the bomb
And the storm and the faking don't
Now they got the chump to make the chump

I′m at your football
And don't you worry
And you wrote this song
You and I
Don′t ride around your back
With secrets in, I'm just a little roused (oh)