Cracker’s Big Break lyrics
by Ike Reilly
(Spoken)
The doorman is dead
The doorman is dead
Literally, bitterly, and hard
Riding in the shotgun seat in the slow-zone tavern sing-a-longs
Blasting down a coked-up highway
Rocks and raps and rants and rolls
Foibles apocalyptic
Burnout
Burnout
Burnout
Burnout
Burnout
Burnout