Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
[Verse 2]
Well I got the mean time slippin' down the slide
Some uptight right wing political homicide
Do what you want
Take what you will
Take it in like it's south paw
Flip it on the grill
Bourgeoise, protocal
Bottoms up boys, this is your last call
Happy hour doesn't last too long
You know it never does
So I sit here on the barstool looking at the sky
Got a buck and a quarter
And a bucket full of rye
Don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig
Don't yield to the mighty
You got your own dirt to dig
Dirt to dig, yeah
[Verse 3]
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Well me and my flea bag friends we ran
To have our own feast of crispian
Murphy was there with number twenty two
They were caught in the middle of a coup
You will
Lose me if I don't lose you
And I will lose me if I don't lose you
[Verse 4]
So we haven't chosen
Anyone of you to condemn
So, make your decision and chose your side
Or let us begin
[Verse 5]
Oh, hey yeah, oh, hey yeah, oh, hey yeah, oh, hey yeah
Steeped in knowledge I'll step from the board
Down to the speak easy with my double edged sword
You now the deal, you got to spin the wheel
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
And as matter of fact, you know that cat suicide cat
Well we don't play like that
Truth is, he don't really play at all
[Verse 6]
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Written by: Bradley Joseph Corrigan, Charles Stokes Urmston, Peter F Heimbold
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