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hey yall, i am in between turnin the brisket and grabbin another beer, so i will be to the point
BEAVERHUNT the band did not like being shut down
we couldnt afford the pool and lawn guys
we let ourselves go, had huge parties
we sold the tour bus (re-po'ed)
we sold the beaverhunt ranch recordin studio (foreclosed)
we sold beaverhunt brand tequila (drank it all)
now we may need to get the hell outta austin
and try to get another record deal
in nashville, that other musical hellhole
fulla wanna-bes, know-it-alls, and twerps
just follow me and i'll set yu free
but we are too old to be pretendin we are all that and dylan 2021
it aint flyin, nobody gives a crap
its all gotten so dang fake and scripted
we write our own reviews in 3rd person
we pay women to pretend to be with us
flash money around
hell even my dog is fake (rental)
tryin to go from a nobody to a somebody
aint cheap, and you gotta act better than everyone, and be uppity...
we even got squirrelly with each other and had a few dicey incidents
and like def leopard, our drummer lost an arm
drummers, bass players, and women need to know their place in this world
and just sit there and keep their big yappers shut.
we got one shot at becoming the darlings of austin again
and if we blow it, all of yall can go f--- yourselves
rusty@Beaverhunt
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