Il testo della Coors for sunday

Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh
Now that you fell down?
You broke my will and stole my soul
Without even a half-ass frown

You got coors for sunday
You got a way with the negro boys
Comes to steppin on their women
Spendin all your cash just to hear their noise

You got cool
Not even you could ever get that hip
Seems your nose started runnin everytime
You tried to let your backbone slip

You know it aint right
When youre screamin in the morning

You got kings at your table
Theyre just a backstreet bunch of clowns
Steppin out, have a look over
I hope im there to see you tumble on down