Artist: Alabama 3
Suggested Track: Woke Up This Morning

Lyrics
What kind of animal smokes marijuana at his own confirmation?
To the victor belongs the spoils
Why don't you get the fuck out of here before I shove your quotations book up your fat fucking ass?
At night they hit us
Why can't this family just get along? (Some people don't wanna)
When you're bleeding the guy you don't squeeze him dry right away
Contrarily, you let him do his bidding suavely
I wish the Lord would take me now
I think it's time you start to seriously consider salads
There has to be consequences and there will be I hear ya, okay?
Let's just not overplay our hand
'Cause if she finds out that we're powerless we're fucked
Federal marshalls are so ar up my ass I can taste Brill cream
What is that? (Chicken Soup for the Soul)
Should read Tomato Sauce for Your Ass, it's the Italian version
Do you think making hamburger out of me would make you feel better?
Mother of Christ, is this a woman thing?
You ask me how I'm feeling, I tell you how I'm feeling
And now you're gonna torture me with it
Leave the fucking cheese there, alright? I love fucking cheese at my feet
I stick motherfucking provolone in my socks at night
So they smell like your sister's crotch in the morning
I want you to write that letter (are you threatening me?)
Threat- what threatening? I brought you a ricotta pie and a high school transcript
So you can write a letter of recommendation for my little daughter to Georgetown
You didn't go to Hell, you went to Purgatory, my friend
You let him hold a gun to your head during sex? I thought you were a feminist
Usually, he takes the clip out

What kind of animal smokes marijuana at his own confirmation?
What did you do with him? (We buried him)
On a hill (oh) overlooking a little river with pinecones all around (you did?)
C'mon Janice what the fuck? What do you care what we did with him?
(You ever wanted to talk) this is who dad is, my friends don't judge me
And fuck them if they do, I'll cut them off
They're dropping like fucking flies (it's all that charcoal broiled meet you people ate)
Nobody told us 'til the 80's
You know what Tony? Maybe you should explore your own behavior
Maybe you pass out because you're guilty over something
Maybe the fact that you stick your dick into anything with a pulse
You ever thought of exploring that as a root cause?
I'm worried about my father, he can't do this, he's been retired for seven years
What's this we're in, the navy?

What kind of animal smokes marijuana at his own confirmation?
Well, spare me your concern, alright?
And spare me your attitude too or maybe you forgot dads little strip mall
On route seventeen was zoned residential until Tony made a phone call
(How was it?) It was pretty good, they had PlayStation 2 right in the hotel room
That was the sum total of the trip to your nation's capital?
Your son broke into the school Friday night and vandalized the swimming pool
How do you vandalize the swimming pool?
Sorry, I forgot it's Mr. Sensitivity who doesn't have any problems of his own
Carm, you uh, depressed?
I figure in the division of labor around here that's your job
The boss of this family told you you're gonna be Santa Claus
You're Santa Claus, so shut the fuck up about it
The fucking lawyer was finally able to demonstrate I don't pose a flight risk
Flight risk, I've been farting into the same sofa cushion for the last eighteen months
Based on what you've just told me it's all predicated on a lie
Predicated on my ass, what's the difference?
What struck me most was that she didn't mince words
Between brain and mouth, there was no interlocutor
The world is a jungle and if you want my advice, Anthony
Don't expect happiness, you won't get it, people let you down
And I'm not naming any names but in the end, you die in your own arms
(You mean, alone?) It's all a big nothing, what makes you think you're special?

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun
Your mama always said you'd be the chosen one

She said, you're one in a million, you've got to burn to shine
But you were born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes

And you woke up this morning
All that love had gone
Your papa never told you about right and wrong

But you're, but you're looking good, baby
I believe you're feeling fine, shame about it
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes

So sing it now
(Woke up this morning)
Got a blue moon, got a blue moon in your eyes, yeah
(Woke up this morning)

Listen, you woke up this morning
The world turned upside down
Lord above, thing's ain't been the same since the blues walked into our town
But you're, but you're one in a million, 'cause you've got that shotgun shine
Shame about it, born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes, yeah

Woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun (woke up this morning)
Got yourself a gun
Got yourself a gun