With stocking face I bought a gun, the plan was set, the plan was done Looked at my watch and started for the door, Now the food here aint so good no more and they closed the package store Love your mama, love your brother, love 'em till they run for cover Turn the light off, keep your shirt on cry a jag on me Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, you know I'm not to blame You know my reputation for playing a ggod clean game Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, I'll keep my promise when You turn that heartbeat over again My poisons named, you know my brand, so please make mine a double, Sam Stir it up nice, I'll eat it right here; Yeah, this highway runs from Paraguay and I've just come all the way Chorus We warned the corpse of William Wright not to cuss and drink all night Ticket in hand, we saw him laid to rest; Oh, but zombie see and zombie do, he's here with me and you Chorus