Colt Ford - Trailer Park Pulp Fiction Lyrics

Low cut jeans, cammel toe seams
baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
i lust you, you lust me
its redneck chemistry
got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
got me on the bike, got you behind
buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
we got ideas and we got issues

chorus
whoa hoa
lifes a real short party
so lets turn it up, im guna turn it up, im guna burn lets go
whoa hoa
lets get some drama started
turn on the heat, turn up the fiction
write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
write a little trailer park pulp fiction
write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction

Jeckyl and hyde, bonnie and clyde
romeo and juliet better run it high
you got the look and you got the touch
got moves so hot make a prison gaurd blush
got no rules go no compunction
a product of good down home disfunction
strait off the farm, children of the corn
get totaled, here comes the storm

repeat chorus

We'll end up ....in the sunset
in our pink lawn chairs
with plastic palm tress, a big screen tv
on potrol in the middle if nowhere
untill we're there

repeat chorus