One if by air, two if by land
Helicopter bringing up the ATF man
Beeper's buzzin' in overalls
Pension funds crash and they fall
Tears dropping in New York...
Buds are burning on the South Fork
CHORUS
Half a mil', smoke in
the hills
It used to be grandpa's
rusty still
The almighty dollar
making the world go around...
And I think I hooked
me a Mexican Trout...
Smoke drifting on the river bed
Stinging my eyes, going to my head
Belly up trout, finning and a grinning
I'm bare handed lifting my limit...
Fry those fish over hickory chips
Sweet pink flesh make me lick my lips
Laying in the grass, feeling no pain,
Cheap fireworks light up my brain
REPEAT CHORUS
Wake up in a sweat, mouth gone dry
Man on the ground, chopper in the sky...
Feds leaving, willy nilly
Got themselves a corporate hillbillly...
And it’s...
REPEAT CHORUS