Beers, Steers & Queers (Drop Your Britches Mix) Lyrics

Minds are empty, heads are hollow
You might find out, the truth is hard to swallow
There's a place down there, where heads are square
Laws are tough, you are bare
There is a law and there is a lawman
Who is the right and who is the wrong manIt doesn't take much to kill that guy
Don't get in my face and ask me why
Texas is the place, hang 'em highBeers, steers and queers
Beers, steers and queersTexas is full of women and willies
Eyes too close, [Incomprehensible] hillbillies
Who are these people, raised in bars
[Incomprehensible] sex on farms
Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown
You're full of shit, destined to go downLet's go down, herd 'em up
If you agree, then let's word 'em up
And if you don't then shut the fuck upBeers, steers and queers
Beers, steers and queersI've spent my life, go kicking shit
Not gonna give up, ain't about to quit

Life is a bucket of gettin' rough, feeding stock
Get in my way? I'll knock you offBeers, steers and queers
Beers, steers and queers
Beers, steers and queers
Beers, steers and queersI'm a crazy mother in a drunken state
A redneck asswipe, who thinks he's great
So full of shit, diarrhea for fingers
Everywhere I go, personality lingersSay you don't like my dialect
I don't give a damn, so fuck your respect
If you're looking for a reason, don't look any further
'Cause I'll give it to you baby, just like your fatherTake what you get if it does the job
Texas has religion, Revolting CocksBeers, steers, and queers
Beers, steers, and queersThis is our house
And our house music
I am the creator
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Songwriters
JOURGENSEN, AL/BARKER, PAUL G./VAN ACKER, LUC JOZEF ERIC/OWEN, PHIL/CONNELLY, CHRISTOPHER P./RIEFLIN, WILLIAM FREDERICKPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY