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Fat Sack
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Fat Sack was released on October 7, 1997 by Hellcat/Epitaph as a part of the album Willis
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AlbumWillis
Release DateOctober 7, 1997
LabelHellcat/Epitaph
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pietasters
The Pietasters
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Goodin
T. Goodin
Songwriter
S. Jackson
S. Jackson
Songwriter
T. Eckhardt
T. Eckhardt
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look at them, way up there, reason I do think it's frozen air
Talk about how it is, shut your mouth, you stupid kids
It's hard to tell how much you've seen
Bet you missed the point again
Thanks a lot to majesty, time to move to another day
Another day, another time
Spend the weekend at home, than waste your time
Certain with no sympathy for you (one, two, three, four)
Blood is thick and water's true
But the family's watching over you
If you're manning the direction, well
Step right up and take some licks
Break your tongue up once again
Sorry, my brother broke your chin
Steady yourself, we're out of time
Three's in a comeback
You gotta find another day, another time
Spend the weekend at home, than waste your time
Certain with no sympathy for you (one, two, three, four)
We are going to punch you and kick your head off your school
Down the going back and roll and catch up, you know
We are going to burn it like coal, because we're big bad and bold
This I know that I'm spanking and this
I know so we are going to seal up your soul
We are going to seal up your soul, Lord
You dirty provoker, this ain't no joker, I'm a jester
This's the fight, answer, we don't wear no polyester
And that is Sheila, and it makes sense to hurt her like that turner
Yeah, yeah, you punk, yeah
We are the punk, yeah
Yeah
Kick your head up, feel cool
Don't look only for control
I'ma catch up to the whole
I don't burn it like coke
I know that was
In my head, you do not steal
Ten brass knuckles gonna bash your teeth
See my sack, I'm so fat, million motherfuckers and I got my back
Another day, another time
Spend your week at home, now it's a job
Certain with no sympathy for you (one, two, three, four)
Another day, another time
Spend your week at home, now it's a job
Certain with no sympathy for you (one, two, three, four)
Written by: S. Jackson, T. Eckhardt, T. Goodin
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