Original lyrics
ENIt's tradition
In my house
To bring the boy over
Unannounced
On a mission
For a spouse
Don't you smile too big
Or he'll ask for you hand
And you'll end up alone and endowed
But it doesn't matter anyhow
I don't bat for your team now
Now I'm flying
Windows down
Burning grass on the temple grounds
One foot out
Shoot me down
Mourn my death on the news
Blame my mom and tattoos
And keep saving your spit for the drought
And I pray to a God that doesn't care
At least not enough to be there
Oh I'm not afraid of dying
But I swear to God if I lose
This self-proclaimed quitter
Will have a bone to pick with you
Bet you didn't think you'd see me
