Karaoké Bawitdaba Kid Rock

My name is Kid

Kid Rock Rock Rock Rock

And this is for the questions that don't have any answers

The midnight glancers and the topless dancers

The gang of freaks cars packed with speakers

The Gs with the forties and the chicks with beepers

The Northern Lights and the Southern comfort

And it don't even matter if your veins are punctured

All the crackheads the critics the cynics

And all my heroes in 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 trickin' out in Hollywood

And for the 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

For the time bombs tickin' and the heads that hang

All the gangs gettin' money

And the heads that bang bang

Wild mustangs and the 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 war