Draggin' Balls Lyrics & Chords By Ten East

"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out." They come to feast on purist man They come to feast on mortal tan Filling their bodies with disease Swollen still like killer bees ...read more

Well I was born, I woke up in a hurricane Too many lights come through than what I'm really used to You're always drinkin the hard line You're only laughing at that fuckin line ...read more

this rooster tail aint layin' no eggs I aint got enough to fill it with unless not quite as high as an elephants eye Dust city alright Ranchero 7... 5 How High? ...read more

(hold on a second) tommy bowling sitting at the bus stop top star marijuana give us a bath california buddha and the mariachia plays mars on fire (shit, man) ...read more

Instrumental ...read more