With stocking face I bought a gun, the plan was set, the plan was done

Looked at my watch and started for the door,

Now the food here aint so good no more and they closed the package store



Love your mama, love your brother, love 'em till they run for cover

Turn the light off, keep your shirt on cry a jag on me

Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, you know I'm not to blame

You know my reputation for playing a ggod clean game

Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, I'll keep my promise when

You turn that heartbeat over again



My poisons named, you know my brand, so please make mine a double, Sam

Stir it up nice, I'll eat it right here;

Yeah, this highway runs from Paraguay and I've just come all the way



Chorus



We warned the corpse of William Wright not to cuss and drink all night

Ticket in hand, we saw him laid to rest;

Oh, but zombie see and zombie do, he's here with me and you



Chorus