trucks and guns, trucks and guns
I gotta whole lotta trucks and guns
trucks and guns, trucks and guns
when the feds get you on the run
sure is nice to have them trucks and guns

junk and shit, junk and shit,
I gotta whole heap'a junk and shit
still ain't found no use for it
this yard full'a junk and shit
well my neighbors think i'm a dick
they're just jealous of my junk and shit

they're all jealous of my chevy truck
burns a lot of gas but i don't give a fuck
it takes me from my trailer to the bar
i'll punch the air in front of your face
just to give you a little taste
of how bad i'll pound you if you ever touch my shit

dogs and debt, dogs and debt,
i gotta pack'a dogs and mountain of debt
squeezin tight around my neck
i gotta himalayan mountain of debt
and lord i ain't done quite yet

war and peace, war and peace
i never read it but i shot some geese
i heard it was a revolutionary piece,
that good ol' war and peace
you know, claudius married his neice
he ain't russian? wellll, neither are we

oh he ain't russian and we ain't neither
but i gotta hundred and ten bird feeders
and an engine block out on my front porch
oh the world is so much sweeter
when you pack a winchester repeater
and kill any many who tries to touch my
trucks and guns and junk and shit and
dogs... well you can keep my debt, but my
trucks and shit and junk and dogs and
guns and war and peace are all my own