Post by Meerful on Apr 14, 2007 15:41:08 GMT -5
Original Song- I write Sins Not Tragedies- By Panic! At The Disco
New Song- I Milk Cows, Not Butcher Them- By Me And Cassy, Or Otherwise, The Sick HillBillies //Inside Joke//
I Milk Cows Not Butcher Them
Well, imagine, as I’m walking the path to a hay filled barn
And I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear
In exchanging of slang
What a bluegrass hodown, what a blue grass hodown
Says a teen to her octuplets
Ain’t it great? Ain’t it great they skinned that poor fat, pig, alive
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of redneck rationality
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of
Well, in fact,
Well, I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically the sheep are sheared
Well, this calls for a toast
So milk the cow, milk cow
Oh, well, in fact,
Well, I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically the sheep are sheared
Well, this calls for a toast
So milk the cow, milk cow
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of redneck rationality
New Song- I Milk Cows, Not Butcher Them- By Me And Cassy, Or Otherwise, The Sick HillBillies //Inside Joke//
I Milk Cows Not Butcher Them
Well, imagine, as I’m walking the path to a hay filled barn
And I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear
In exchanging of slang
What a bluegrass hodown, what a blue grass hodown
Says a teen to her octuplets
Ain’t it great? Ain’t it great they skinned that poor fat, pig, alive
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of redneck rationality
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of
Well, in fact,
Well, I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically the sheep are sheared
Well, this calls for a toast
So milk the cow, milk cow
Oh, well, in fact,
Well, I’ll look at it this way
I mean technically the sheep are sheared
Well, this calls for a toast
So milk the cow, milk cow
I barge in with the haven’t you farm folk ever heard of
Closing the darn barn door, no
It’s much better to fix these kinds of things
With a sense of redneck rationality
