Deep Fried - FETISH

Must through doom i was dying for ya To close too soon and i wants it more ya Why should i have to fight for ya? I've got burn Why should i have to listen to you? I've got burned it Wants to do no ones dying for ya I've got burned Must through doom i was dying for ya To close too soon and i want it for ya I've got burned Why should i have to fight for you? I've got burned Why should i have to listen to you? I've got burned Listen close i got no time Baby mmmm Secretly laughts to the way that you fell Secretly laughts to the way that you fell me Secretly laughts to the way that you fell Secretly laughts to the way that you fell me I've got burned U la la la laaa uuu la I've got burned Why should i have to fight for ya? I've got burned Why should i have to listen to you? I've got burned Secretly laughts to the way that you fell Secretly laughts to the way that you fell me I've got burned Why should i have to fight for ya? I've got burned Must through doom i was dying for ya To close too soon and i wants it more yeah Why should i have to fight for ya?

I'm redneck, white trash straight out of the trailer man I'm dirty I aint gonna lie Got clothes out in the yard Watching me some NASCAR A country boy Dixie fried Dixie Fried, come inside some redneck nation Join the ride, come on I'm white trash you can call me that I'm Dixie Fried as a matter of fact There's a dawg in the yard on a twenty-foot chain Lying in the back where the dirty hoes hang I aint cutting grasses But that okay and I'm telling you why I'm a redneck, a trailer park king My backyard ain't missing a thing Above-ground pool makes the babes drool Outdoor shower and a homemade tumbler stool Yes sir I got a car in the back Sitting on boxes and a '64 Cadillac Get aside but you don't drive This is how you know I'm Dixie Fried This is the way we like, the way we live, It's the way we eat, how we raise our kids You can call us trash, yeah we ain't smart But I made a home-barb from a Walmart shopping cart I know you city folks getting mad at me I'm a Pall Mall tow Making fun at my overall tan Sitting back and smile with a lighter in my hand Stitch of cold in the yard TV on and I'm watching me some NASCAR Box fan blows right in my face And I hope there'a wreck somewhere in the race The whole town know we're sittin outside Old ladies in the kitchen cookin' us some burgers and home fries Oh oh here they go again We're Dixie Fried bring all your friends Brahman bull Speak the truth Camo shorts Steel toed boots Trucker heads Drink in hand The trailer park is my island man Wife and kids I won the prize Redneck, white trash Dixie Fried Nation of rednecks stand up strong Dixie Fried Sing along