Knucklehead

I am a knucklehead, I am a knucklehead.
A bruised soul brain dead.
No place left to run.
Nothing new under the sun.
All the foggy bar nights.
Blackout rattlesnake bites.
Saturday I'm crazy
And on Sunday Jesus saves me.

I am a knucklehead, I am a knucklehead.
Grain fed beef is what the butcher said.
Dining daily Big Mac Supper Club
Food stamp T-Bone steaks for fun.
Then I go out and act a fool.
Breaking everybody's rules.
Saturday I'm crazy
And on Sunday Jesus saves me.

I am a knucklehead, I am a knucklehead.
Buy the farm and the backyard shed.
Sell it off before I get nailed.
Crucified, in jail, Impaled
Buying cheap and selling steep.
I made myself a super freak.
Saturday I'm crazy
And on Sunday Jesus saves me.

I am a knucklehead. I am a knucklehead
All these endless days spun on crank.
Another hashish brownie to bake.
Everyday the mistakes I make.
Eat humble pie and accept the shame.
Saturday I'm crazy
And on Sunday Jesus saves me.

Words and music Davestuff 2009