Timbuk3 - Shotgun Wedding lyrics

Shotgun wedding son Don't forget to kiss the bride Midnight fahrenheit Meet you on the other side Bent like a fan we pose for pictures Give the man your grim prediction now Tight spot, don't get caught Doing what they don't allow Six pack, happy Jack Chuggin' down the boulevard Sure fire gun for hire Judas with a credit card Fight for the right to party favors Pa** the bread and stragely flavored wine Hush Jack, don't talk back Save it for the firing line Sci-fi alibi Explanation coming down Hot shot astronaut Master of the runaround Dots on the map come disconnected But the crops are unaffected by Sun spots, dirty thoughts Dirty words and all they imply Lab mouse, slaughterhouse Medicine won't cure my ills Tongue tied genocide Words may hurt but silence k**s Saint Johnny wants to be in pictures No one left to quote the scriptures now Joystick politics k**s another sacred cow Jump shot, acro-bot Fell into the well of decline Slam dunk basket hunk Never tasted sushi so fine She was a teenage dominatrix He was the one she loved to play tricks on Jack and Jill had time to k** Till all the money was gone Headline, d**h-defyin' Trigger finger still at large Energizer bunny club Beats a**ault and battery charge Somebody tried to film the feature Missed the bride and shot the preacher down Once more round the floor Spin-drying blood on her gown Shotgun wedding son Don't forget to kiss the bride Midnight fahrenheit Meet you on the other side