48 Hours To Go -

You got 48 hours to go

Best start wrestling with your soul

Because a Texas boy’s got a big hard on for you, man

You got 48 hours to go

Better climb up out your hole

Or burrow in deep, burrow in deep burrow in deep

Like a tick, like a tick like a tick, man!

Run run run run run away

And live to Saddam-ize another day

You ain’t got time to shit or pray

Cuz the dogs of rationale have gone astray

They’ve gone astray

You got 48 hours left

You can almost smell his breath

It smells of high horse

It smells of high horse

You got 48 hours to go

And they’re coming win, place or show

So lay down your money, lay down your money, lay down your money

Are you bettin' on the Yanks in the clanky old tanks?

Are you firing up the Kroner are you firing up the Francs?

When you’re 48 hours done

Will they find that smoking gun

Or a basket of snipe

A bucket of tripe

Some asses to wipe

It’s all just hipe cuz there’s oil to swipe

You got 48 hours to go