歌詞
I got a twenty pound jockey with fifty cents
Ya know he ain't got enough to pay his rent
He's got a couple of things he don't talk about
Like the welts on his brains or the snakes in his mouth
When it comes to time it's a kick in the dog
I like to spend mine... pushin' logs
If you ask me what I'm speakin' of
You gotta trust the people that you don't love
Out of the ceiling and onto the floor
Don't wanna see him... anymore
He hates it when I speak the lore
Of a twenty pound jockey with less than more
Written by: Jeffrey D Pinkus
