作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer/E. Abbott Jones 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer/E. Abbott Jones We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye I guess it's you I'm gonna love you till you die I got a candy-coating In a barrel of brine I guess it's you You're gonna take me for a ride I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife On the first day of her new life Interchangeable knife She's a big, big brider Got the devil inside her Burger-cook Back in my jeans Hotter than a meth lab fire She'll change a brother Kickin' times Slide it up and break rhymes It's such a beautiful position Got electrical vibes Pour tequila into my lime Be the liberty of life Just chop it up I don't need no cook Got an interchangeable knife Yeah We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie I guess it's you (I guess it's you) I guess it's you who gonna cry If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side I guess it's you (I guess it's you) You gonna spread 'em open wide She's a rollin' pin momma and a rational wife Man, it's such an interesting life International life Hey! Yeah, I know that girl What I might be lacking in class Make up for in ass Try stripping down and flying Down the interstate fast With original sin Dancin' for my lips when I talk Got a shotgun rack In the back of my truck Pull the shift full into first It's all ready to burst And the second Easy neckin' Go into third Into fourth Ooh! Ooh. Interchangeable life Interchangeable life
作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer/E. Abbott Jones 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer/E. Abbott Jones We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye I guess it's you I'm gonna love you till you die I got a candy-coating In a barrel of brine I guess it's you You're gonna take me for a ride I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife On the first day of her new life Interchangeable knife She's a big, big brider Got the devil inside her Burger-cook Back in my jeans Hotter than a meth lab fire She'll change a brother Kickin' times Slide it up and break rhymes It's such a beautiful position Got electrical vibes Pour tequila into my lime Be the liberty of life Just chop it up I don't need no cook Got an interchangeable knife Yeah We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie I guess it's you (I guess it's you) I guess it's you who gonna cry If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side I guess it's you (I guess it's you) You gonna spread 'em open wide She's a rollin' pin momma and a rational wife Man, it's such an interesting life International life Hey! Yeah, I know that girl What I might be lacking in class Make up for in ass Try stripping down and flying Down the interstate fast With original sin Dancin' for my lips when I talk Got a shotgun rack In the back of my truck Pull the shift full into first It's all ready to burst And the second Easy neckin' Go into third Into fourth Ooh! Ooh. Interchangeable life Interchangeable life
