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Methhead
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Noe
Ian Noe
Lead Vocals
Adam Gardner
Adam Gardner
Bass Guitar
Chris Powell
Chris Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Noe
Ian Noe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer
Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I saw him down in a dump Hurlin' armloads of junk Into a pickup bound for the yard He was skittish and strange Like a wild dog with mange And there was blood where his veins ran hard Wadin' deep through the grime He found a long copper line And he jumped up and leaped to the ground And you'd thought he'd struck gold The way he kicked and he rolled Like a bandit, he tore outta town Oh, now He's out on the prowl You'd better get up and go back inside 'Cause he's loose on the land Gettin' all that he can And there won't be nowhere to hide Yeah, he's crawling his way To that fix for the day You won't stop him, he's bent to be fed He's the low heathen kind With a shit-mingled mind The desperate fuckin' meth head There was a girl, tall and thin With scabbed yellow skin Outside a rest stop, I won't soon forget She was digging at a rash Trying to deal for some cash Saying, "Baby, I'm clean, and I'm wet" I just kept pacing by Swattin' through the flies And her stench, rancid, and stout While she stood there cryin', "Please" With her fist between her knees And the sores drainin' 'round her mouth Oh, now She's out on the prowl You'd better get up and go back inside 'Cause she's loose on the land Gettin' all that she can And there won't be nowhere to hide Yeah, she'll bum and she'll beg And she'll gnaw at your leg You can't kill her, she's already dead She's the empty-eyed soul The zombie-like fool The fiendin' fuckin' meth head It'll be dark pretty soon They love to lurk by the moon So, I'm out back shovelin' the dirt I'm gonna dig me a hole as deep as I can go And when they fall I'm gonna cover 'em up Oh, now They're out on the prowl You'd better get up and go back inside 'Cause they're sweeping the land Gettin' all that they can And there won't be nowhere to hide They've got the taste on their tongues Their fates have been hung It's a fever that's already spread From out far and wide They're the fit-to-be-tied The worthless fuckin' meth heads
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