Well there's a five-gallon bucket in the back of my truck I keep it there In case I run out of luck, 'cause It will hold anything from water to gas when shit hits the fan, it's gonna save my ass when shit hits the fan, it's gonna save my ass I poke holes in the bottom and plant anything potatoes in winter and black-berries in spring, It's an old fishin' buddy with cast net inside and no little corners, where minnows can hide Is there anything, a five-gallon bucket can't do? you can store all your rice and your pinto beans too, you can grow your tomaters ferment your home-brew, is there anything a five gallon bucket can't do? Its the very best trash can you can find anywhere sawdust and cinders, are perfect in there and when you really can't wait, and ain't no-one around a five gallon bucket beats a hole in the ground. five gallons of red wheat, or chum for catfish five gallons of concrete holds down what you wish step ladder, a kick drum did I mention home-brew? no there's nothin, a five gallon bucket can't do.

you pull yourself up But they keep ...bringin you down Are they gonna bail you out? Or just, run you around They said you should have a house It’s the ‘merican way Dollar down, a dollar a month And you’ll never have to pay But there’s a better way to do this Let me show you a better way (refrain) You don't have to be, another face In the crowd, You don't have to live the way they want you to, Make your own way, and the others will follow The revolution is you It’s in our food these days, you know it’s on our TV, Sometimes we forget that we are what we eat I don’t know the answer, it’s like there’s nothin’ I can do It’s the price we pay, I guess, if we follow all the rules (refrain) Someday day we’ll realize our children just can’t pay, And nobody up there cares, they’re livin’ for toda......yyyyy (refrain)

Tehran, Tehran... What's your bigger plan? I wonder where you stand? You're price, not free... Don't you mess with me... Please don't mess with me...ss Do you know? Where to go? No I don't know. Do you know? Well let's all pack... up and go, to Tehran! Tehran, Tehran... I'm your biggest fan I'm your biggest fan But still, you see fit to murder me fit to murder me... drivin' through the flames, into...the fire. All the anger that your streets...inspire. he still loves your hills and trees he still loves your hills and trees... Tehran, Tehran... And your crazy man He's a crazy man Your kids, they see... want to be like me they wanna be like me

Another night out on my patrol Got a lookout for un-savory men I've got a laser and I've got helmet I've got a duty to take my revenge Forty-two nights ago I saw him comin' Chasin' my seargant with a beat up AK Sarge turned around but before he could cry out He passed from this world in a .30 Cal. spray I won't lie I want the bastard dead I've got my M16, my butter and my bread But I'd like to put a bigger hole in his head Let's use the fifty-caliber instead Let's use the fifty-caliber instead Throw out all the two twenty three I've only got ammo for the Barrett I don't have nothin back home left to live for Infadel's terror I bring to this town Shadows in arches, I locate my target Same crappy boots and a shit-eatin grin Put down the bipod and thank God for Varget I'm gonna make this right for my friend Here comes my patrol Coordinates in hand I'm gonna lay out my route to eliminate this man... where he stands... [Verse 1] Another night out on my patrol Got a lookout for un-savory men I've got a laser and I've got helmet I've got a duty to take my revenge Forty-two nights ago I saw him comin' Chasin' my seargant with a beat up AK Sarge turned around but before he could cry out He passed from this world in a .30 Cal. spray I won't lie I want the bastard dead I've got my M16, my butter and my bread But I'd like to put a bigger hole in his head Let's use the fifty-caliber instead Let's use the fifty-caliber instead [Verse 2] Throw out all the two twenty three I've only got ammo for the Barrett I don't have nothin back home left to live for Infadel's terror I bring to this town Shadows in arches, I locate my target Same crappy boots and a shit-eatin grin Put down the bipod and thank God for Varget I'm gonna make this right for my friend Here comes my patrol Coordinates in hand I'm gonna lay out my route to eliminate this man... where he stands...