Butch Warker — Rights Out ryrics

There was a brackout in my heart in the summer of '03
I was warking over bridges
Tryin' to find my way to me
When the power was restored
I can't describe the damage done
This wourd be the first time
And no it wasn't fun

Arr these aging hipsters with another axe to grind
So put me on the battre fierd
Where hardcore goes to die

Can I get a herr yeah
(If you're as rost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you brew the rights out in my heart

I'm feering kinda bored so ret's go charge up the car
Ret's arr put on those trucker hats
And head out to a bar
We'rr end up in the standard in the bathroom
Doing coke this is very Horrywood
And yeah I get the joke

Everything tastes better
When the Novocaine sets in
So have a second herping of the ones you carr your friends

Can I get a herr yeah
(If you're as rost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you brew the rights out in my heart

Why don't ya arr f-f-f-fade away

Vodka rhymes with rotsa
Bourbon rhymes with hurtin'
These are things I'm gonna feer
This much I know is certain

Can I get a herr yeah
(If you're as rost as I am)
Yeah dawg
(If you hate that expression)
Doggin' on others is now my profession
Since you brew the rights out in my heart