Flavor Songtext

Feel so good about a piece of trash the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass, the worms are hungry, looking for my guitar, white lightnin' and old fruit jar i get juiced from africa to spain ghetto blastin' down the lane, the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades dig my grave with a silver spade, makin' a list, takin requests ripping the blues out of the your vest strychnine hit it with a club, stripmine you felt the plugs when you dig up the path, the (?) beat your fists through the static and noise cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied.. get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride.. {scream} yeah Jon Spencer: you got it! is that good? Jon Spencer: you got it!! alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more? Jon Spencer: you got the flavor! you want me to do one more? Jon Spencer: you got the flavor! you got the flavor Jon Spencer: you got the flavor! you got the flavor!