2.Screwing Yer Courage
Lyricist：Luis Gomez Escolar Roldan, Robert Edward Rosa
It's summer
The hairs grown in on my upper thigh
Just like so much corn in late July
But is it summer？
I'm shaking and my feet are bitter cold
I need some fries to go with that shake
I need to grease back my hair
Or let it whip in my face, let it whip my face
I love you, baby, I love you
We'll stock up on canned goods
And move to the woods
We'll find a piece of land
And quit this fucking band
I love you, baby, I love you
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