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Liquor Slicked Highway lyrics
Might as well stay at home
And drink until, pass out again
Drink some more when the morning comes
Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi
We were doing our best just to ride it down
Till the night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
"Honey, I don't believe this"
The old man at Ferguson's Cafe
Kept saying to his wife
As he read aloud
The Memphis Star and their account
Of what went down that night
"It says he took a shit on the stage
Started throwing it into the crowd
He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down"
Gone before the shit came down
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991
Punk Rockers paid 12 dollars to be shit on
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
"Says he took the microphone and shoved it up his ass"
The old man and his wife were aghast
[Incomprehensible]
The night G.G. Allin came to town
The night G.G. Allin came to town
Might as well stay at home
And drink until, pass out again
Part of these releases
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- Track 27 on Suicide Sessions-Best Of
- 26 Troubled Troubador Of Tomorrow
- 28 Can't Afford The Ball
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