You don't have a hair on your ass
If you haven't stood up to the corruption
If you've never seen the bark glisten when the mop hit the meat
And the low oak fire sizzles
If you've never licked your fingers clean and stained your shirt
If you've never sopped up those juices and asked to again be corrupted
Well, then you are a sorry sight and I'll be damned if you walk away without a taste
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