Karaoké Same in the End Sublime

Down in Mississippi

Where the sun beats down from the sky

They give it up and they give it up and they give it up but they never ask why

Daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone

Woah

He rolled away one day and he never came home

Ha ha

But it ain't hard to understand

This ain't Hitler's master plan

What it takes to be a man

Ooh in my mind

In my brain

I roll it over like a steamin' freight train

It ain't hard to ascertain

You only see what you want to believe

When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve

That don't mean

I can't hang

Day that I die will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar

Uh huh huh

Sunday morning hold church down at the bar

Get down on your knees and start to pray

Woah

Pray my itchy rash will go away

Ow

Oh back up y'all

It ain't me

Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see

It's a hella fine way to start your day

If I make you cry all night

Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight

It ain't personal, it ain't me

I only hear what you told me to be

I'm a backward-ass hillbilly

I'm Dick Butkus

You know I lie

I get mean

I'm a thief in the dark

I'm a ragin' machine

I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch

Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch

I can see for miles and miles and miles

Woah

My broken heart makes me smile

In my mind

In my brain

I go back and go completely insane

It ain't personal

It ain't me

If I make you cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night

Take a load from my big gun

You only see what you want to believe

When you creep from the back

I got tricks up my sleeve

Twenty-four seven

The devil's best friend

It makes no difference

It's all the same in the end