Fred, she knows more
Dead liquor store
I know her kids
No holy ghost

Stay up all night
You can’t see
When you held my baby
You pushed me right out the door

Eh-oh!

I go down to the dead liquor store
And I might get a taste
And you might get a taste of me

I go down to the dead liquor store
I’m alive
Got a rad attitude
Two-fifty calibre