Tytuł: Goons Of Hazzard

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Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
  Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
  Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers
  We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle
  So we drink ourselves sick
  Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead
  
  We are the Goons of Hazzard
  Glorified on your TV
  We run down bikes and hitch hikers
  And we know we'll get off scot-free
  We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks
  Bashing punks & bums and fags
  With our baseball bats
  No deer to blow away in the woods today
  So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down
  Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead
  We are the Goons of Hazzard
  Glorified on your TV
  We leave you in a pool of blood
  Cos we know we'll get off scot-free
  Let's get him:
  C'mere
  C'mere
  Say something to me?
  
  We've got him cornered
  We've got him cornered
  Is anybody looking?
  Does anybody even care?
  No!
  
  Local papers paint us up to be big heroes
  City fathers & Chamber of Commerce want us deputized
  The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean
  Get a shave, kid
  We'll pay you as a strike-breaker
  Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.
  
  We are the Goons of Hazzard
  Glorified on your TV
  We leave you in a pool of blood
  And we always get off scot-free