We got some poison in us Cyanide and nicotine More than
you've ever seen More than I can believe Woe, woe, woe, woe
Guns
guns they all got guns Now they wanna shoot someone I'd rather be drunk
than dead Or go where Jesus fled So I'll get drunk again Or maybe
not Woe, woe, woe, woe
I saw on a tombstone He came in this world
alone Spent all his time alone He left this life alone Woe, woe, woe,
woe