Sloppy Seconds - Lynchtown U.S.A. Lyrics
Oil up your shotgun for the time of your lifeAnd tell the wife that you won't be home tonightLock up your daughters in the hickory shackAnd jump in the back of my pick-up truck, all rightWe're gonna go downtown where the action isWe're gonna plug a couple nigger-lovin' communistsWe're never ever ever gonna hear from them againAnd it's open season, so open fire!We got shit for brains and guns for hire!It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to payHere in LynchtownLynchtown, USA!Call up my uncle, he's the chief of police,The justice of peace, and the circuit judge besidesWe'll round up a couple of the good ol' boysWe gotta make some noise, but let's leave our hoods behindWe gotta show these long-hairs where it's atWith burning crosses and baseball batsAnd they'll never ever be seen or heard againAnd in Lynchtown, nobody ever singsThey don't know where they were or know what they didSo it's the easiest thingAnd it's open season, so open fire!We got shit for brains and guns for fire!It's a dirty job, but that's the price you have to payHere in LynchtownLynchtown, USA!
