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Teksty: Drive By Truckers. Go-Go Boots. Assholes.

You buy me dinner when I'm in town
We talk about records that you know
Play the friendship card upon me
And out the door

Somebody said we hurt your feelings
With our little dirty jokes
Then you accused us of stealing
Back our soul

Then you say that we're the assholes
'Cause we bitched about the hassles
Are you sleeping in your castles?
And we're still riding down the road

And I hear you're all offended
By the letters that I wrote
It's just a shame it hadn't ended
Long ago

When you sick your lawyers on me
Told them to go for the throat
And you just sat back and watched them
Have a go

Then you say that we're the assholes
'Cause we bitched about the hassles
Why you're sleeping in your castles?
And we're still riding down the road

But I never would deny
We have our share of the blame to absorb
But when you say that you're the reason
For the things that we've achieved
I want to kick down your door

You like to say that we're the assholes
As if we somehow done you wrong
We just do what we have to
To carry on

I'm sure you'll find another asshole
To replace us for a song
You'll keep your office and expense account
And we'll keep traveling along

When you say that we're all assholes
Guess it'd be useless to deny
I'm just saying you're the reason why