Lyrics: The Gone Jackals - Chitlins Whiskey and Skirt

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The population is greatly decreased
and now the odds are greatly increased
that I may someday get a chance
to kiss your lips
I thank the lord each day
for the apocalypseFolks are mostly disfiguered or dead
but sugar I won't let it go to my head
my momma's face has dripped down into the dirt
but I'm still chasing
chitlins, whiskey and skirt


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