Just who the hell do you think that you are
Shaking up the honky tonks and bars
My buddy wanted to order an angel shot
But luckily she got friends who will see you rot
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Don't make me get the boys in blue on the phone
Now, I don't really like to talk to them
But when you're around, anybody's a friend, now
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Before you catch these flakes of grit and they rattle through your dome
Angel shot
Trekker - Angel Shot Lyrics
Trekker - Angel Shot Lyrics
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Just who the hell do you think that you are
Shaking up the honky tonks and bars
My buddy wanted to order an angel shot
But luckily she got friends who will see you rot
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Don't make me get the boys in blue on the phone
Now, I don't really like to talk to them
But when you're around, anybody's a friend, now
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Before you catch these flakes of grit and they rattle through your dome
Angel shot
Shaking up the honky tonks and bars
My buddy wanted to order an angel shot
But luckily she got friends who will see you rot
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Don't make me get the boys in blue on the phone
Now, I don't really like to talk to them
But when you're around, anybody's a friend, now
We don't play that shit, take your punk ass home
Before you catch these flakes of grit and they rattle through your dome
Angel shot
Writer: T. Buckley
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