Gusto - Guttermouth

Well I’m going for the gusto

No not because I’m supposed to

It’s a well-known fact

No I’ll never look back

Gonna have another beer

Yeah I’m going for the gusto

No not because I’m supposed to

Most folks sit and watch tv

And think that they’re alive

Football, frozen dinners, in-laws

The good times never die

And once in awhile I see myself

And it makes me want to cry

Suddenly I realize

These good times are a lie

I used to walk her home from school

Each and every day

My friends would laugh and throw some rocks

But they too knew she was great

Till I saw her swapping kisses

With that guy named Gary Tate

So I kicked his ass off the overpass

That’s back when I was eight

At my brother’s wedding

She done ask me fur a dance

I told that gal I ain’t real good

But I guess I’ll take a chance

With the lights turned low

The music slow

Seemed to put her in a trance

Well fuck this shit

I’m doing it

I’m pulling down my pants