Žodžiai dainai: Morphine. French Fries With Pepper.

On six-six-six six, I was little, I didn't know
Shit and on seven-seven-seven seven
Eleven years later, still don't know any better
By eight-eight-eight eight, it's way too late for me to change

And by nine-nine-nine nine
I hope I'm sittin' on the back porch drinkin' red wine
Singin', ohh, French fries with pepper
Ohh, French fries with pepper