Lyrics

Metro Joe

As the coffee runs down his gullet in spite
Hank Williams runs through his mind
And nobody knows
But he lvoes those trash clothes
And the gloves that will slap him tonight

And maybe tomorrow
Will turn about sorrow
And maybe he doesn't care
Maybe he likes the curls in her hair
And the shoes I like to wear

He's danced with a vixen
In steps that he knows
I've applauded his debonair
But round about here's
Where he buckles with fear
And maybe it's just not his year

Karen and Ashley,
Just two of my names
Tied up and beat down
His two favorite games
And some day on petals,
We'll choke and we'll gag
But I know it has nothing
To do with my dad