Feel so good about a piece of trash. the birds are drunk they're drinking from a glass. the worms are hungry looking for my guitar. white lightnin' and old fruit jar. i get juiced from africa to spain. ghetto blastin' down the lane. the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades. dig my grave with a silver spade. makin' a list takin requests. ripping the blues out of the your vest. strychnine. hit it with a club stripmine. you felt the plugs. when you dig up the path the (?). beat your fists through the static and noise. cause i got the blues and i can't be satisfied... get the blues gonna catch that train and ride... {scream}. yeah. Jon Spencer: you got it!. is that good?. Jon Spencer: you got it!!. alright sh- lemme- you want me to do one more?. Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!. you want me to do one more?. Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!. you got the flavor. Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!.