Born With A Tail (country version)

I'd rather choose my soul to lose
 Than leave around just one confused
 And loose desire
 Don't know if I'll ever learn
 Can't wait 'til I get my turn
 To burn in the infernal hell fire
 I'm waiting for my last drive
 While the bugle of my backside
 Blows a losing beat
 Hope I don't run out of gas
 Bet my sacrelicious ass
 Ain't nothing down there that scares me
 Oh yeah!
 And you know!
 I'm in league with Satan
 And you know
 There can't be no debatin'
 My hell-bound trail
 I was born with a tail!
 I'm evil!
 Yeah, and I run free
 There's molten lead in me
 So let's get the hell
 Got the goods
 Brother bring it on
 My mother done brought me up wrong
 And you can use my dick
 As a walkin' stick as well
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 It's time to fly the finger
 Yeah, that middle digit brings your point
 And it drives it home
 On my head there's no crown of thorns
 This evil scalp has earned its horns
 I'm on a highflying time with your mom before I go