The Dawg Stomp

Armageddon, oh what’ll be?

I’m gonna give you babe a bottle of me

Set it up, set if off, settin’ it free

Pop it open baby, now what do ya see?

All in all, this feeling’s been taking me higher

And I want it all

Is it a crime to take a sip of the wine?

And let go of those

Old forgotten chances, don't waste your time with answers

(Who ya trying to be? Who ya trying to see?)

In all those dirty dancers, those counterfeit romancers

Lose out on the dream

Lone boy out here building a dream

Mama always told me that I gotta believe

Told to pay your dues from the man with the blues

Tall poppy peddlers suck it cause I ain’t

Working the land for the corporate hand

Livin’ and a lovin’ demands a stand

Hands off my ride you’ll make a mess of your pride

Let go of

Old forgotten chances, don't waste your time with answers

(Who ya trying to be? Who ya trying to see?)

In all those dirty dancers, those counterfeit romancers

Lose out on the dream