Shit Shots Count

Put your cigarette out, get your hat back on

Don't mix up which is which

They don't pay you enough to work

They don't pay me enough to bitch

The boss ain't smart as he'd like to be

But he ain't nearly as dumb as you think

He just wants evolution on budget

With a schedule to keep

Suburban four lanes move like blood

Through an old man's dying heart

Enough at a time to keep hope alive

At the speed of a stream of tar

He bought in young, and I've no doubt

He's gonna cash out with a winning deal

Trophy tail wives taking boner pill rides

For the price of a happy meal

[Chorus]

Shit shots count if the table's tilted

Just pay the man who levels the floor

Pride's what you charge a proud man for having

Shame is what you sell to a whore

Meat's just meat, and it's all born dying

Some is tender and some is tough

Somebody's gotta mop up the A-1

Somebody's gotta mop up the blood

High ground ain't high enough

To kill you quick if you fall

Idealistically speaking

It sounds like you ain't listening at all

Friday night rich is all you're ever gonna be

Until the fight in you on Monday's gone

One more drag, tuck your hair in your hat

Don't act so surprised, and try not to look so lost

[Chorus]

Shit shots count if the table's tilted

Just pay the man who levels the floor

Pride's what you charge a proud man for having

Shame is what you sell to a whore

Meat's just meat, and it's all born dying

Some is tender and some is tough

Somebody's gotta mop up the A-1

Somebody's gotta mop up the blood