words 'n music by steven wells
2006-02-24
Lyrics
The Bad Moon’s Creepin’ Up And It’s Hangin’ O’er My Head
Another Wasted Sunset And The Angels Have Gone To Bed
But I’m Not Worry Bout Nothin’ Gonna Sit Back And Wait
Ain’t Nothin In This World That Can’t Be Made To Look Good Or Feel Great
With Duct Tape And Tequila
Shinny Silver And Gold
Now The Doctors Gone & Diagnosed Me And I Don’t Know What’s In Store
The Devils Come Round The Bend And’s Knockin’ At My Back Door
Grab Myself A Shot Glass And A Brand New Bottle Of Jose
Tell That Devil He’s A Son Of A Bitch And Invite Him In To Play
With Duct Tape And Tequila
Shinny Silver And Gold
Duct Tape And Tequila
Can Fix Anything In The World That I Know
Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2004
