Don McCollom - Carnage Lyrics

There's a lot of carnage
That I have to say
I'm pretty like Keith Urban
In no particular way

We left as the sky's opened
And pressure increased our pain
It seems the cars were floaten
On a highway made of rain

The traffic it was heavy
The break lights were a blur
There were crashes in the distance
That were causing quite a stir

Kim said she saw the building
That two bar At&t
I still say she was lying
Too foggy to f*cking see

Good friends make carnage feel better
Count on them through thick or thin don't ever let them go
When a storm leaves you in shitty weather
Tight pants is a good chance to show your cameltoe

But she got us all there safely
As we parked the car and walked
We left the damn umbrellas
Ordered a Lyft as we talked

We popped out of the cover
And stumbled in the rain
Old Jim boy was a smoken
And Sara swang her cane

The driver was in traffic
Our clothes were getting wetter
At last the Honda showed up
Our mood was getting better

He dropped us off at the southern
A fancy redneck joint
We ate so much our bellies
Had expanded to a point

Good friends make carnage feel better
Count on them through thick or thin don't ever let them go
Kim's pork chop was the size of an Irish setter
A doggie bag was packed and we headed for the show

The waiter pointed to the restroom
For that we tipped him well
The details might be frightening
No time for show and tell

Some people from Kentucky
Had stopped us for a while
We jawed with them and ran out
Into the streets single file

We headed for the Ryman
The rain was holding up
Kim knew which direction
Sara talked about her pups

The rain it started falling
As we made it to the door
Robert Keen was tuning up
Shinyribs were first to score

Good friends make carnage feel better
Count on them through thick or thin don't ever let them go
When a picture shows your tatas on an angle
Just smile real big and think of Jim even though ones hanging low

Some fans were damn obnoxious
They were louder than the songs
I killed them shooting mind bullets
God help me for these wrongs

The concert was a good one
We clapped and sang a long
My asshole was a chapping
From wearing my Sauget thong

Our drive back home was rainless
And I only have one regret
I did not try the collard greens
A tasty treat you bet

But morning was a coming
Our weary minds were broken
The search was on for leprechaun
But no one had a token

Good friends make carnage feel better
Count on them through thick or thin don't ever let them go
The road goes on forever forever
Don't let the party ever end, may the beer forever flow