Paroles de More Middle Fingers
This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politiciansAnd this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
If you don't salute the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air More middle fingers
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
If you don't salute the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers
If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air More middle fingers
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