Old white trash from a single-wide
Survivor of the thought of suicide
Light in the dark, voice in the crowd
Started out as a spark, now I'm a mushroom clown
From a loser to a winner with my crooked middle finger
Now I'm four kids deep, buying five-star dinners
Montana turned Hollywood
Here comes a fucking traitorhood
Tell me are you ready son
I'm a bullet from a loaded gun
Jump on this freight train
There ain't no slowing down
We're every lost kid
From every lost town
Jump on this freight train
Yeah, we're far from done
You know you want it
Go on and get you some
(Yow)
Get you some
(Yow)
From ever nobody never got no shot
From the bottom of the bell clock to the clock
Took seventeen years 'til I finally hit
Haters gonna hate
Let them talk their shit
Jump on this freight train
There ain't no slowing down
We're every lost kid
From every lost town
Jump on this freight train
Yeah, we're far from done
You know you want it
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
Tell me are you ready son
I'm a bullet from a loaded gun
Tell me are you ready son
(Yeah)
Jump on this freight train
There ain't no slowing down
We're every lost kid
From every lost town
Jump on this freight train
Yeah, we're far from done
You know you want it
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
Go on and get you some
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