Got the shakes, too much gravy
Knuckles scraped, please don't blame me
Change my shape when I'm crazy
Flat stones skim the surface of water
Three strikes, and then they go under
Please wait for me, I swear I'll go sober
Please wait 'til this hell freezes over
Some people shouldn't mess with the thunder
Don't mess with the thunder
I'll go dry, I'll go dry, I'll go dry, I'll go dry
WRITERS
TIMOTHY BOOTH, JAMES PATRICK GLENNIE, JAMES LAWRENCE GOTT, LAWRENCE GOTT