I adore Kid Rock. He's a loud, opinionated, thrashy, beer-drinkin', fast-drivin', hard-livin' guy with long blonde hair. Except for the guy part, he could be me.
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The Gs with the 40s and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros at the methadone clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth
Half-pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
For the timebombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs and porno flicks
All my homies in the county in Cell Block Six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone!
For the love, and for the hate
And for the peace.... WARRRRRRRRRRRR