Southern comfort, starry nights
Leaving New Orleans for Tennessean heights.
Chattanooga town Nashville days,
Brie bruscetta dishes and their killing ways
Outlaws undercover, playing sharades, ain't no Dixie lover, swearing on my mamas grave
Shootin deadbeats, out on the hunt you get no warmth from the heart of a cunt
Cold hearted cunts
Cold hearted cunts
Watch your back
(Watch your front)
Cold hearted cunts
Cold hearted cunts
Gon do what they want
Cold hearted cunts
Cold hearted cunts
Watch your back
(Watch your front)
Cold hearted cunts
Cold hearted cunts
Gon do what they want