Buddy Bee Anthony - TMT

Trick Mother Trucker
Don't expect her to recover
not doing very much to get well
Your worst nightmare
the Devil's part-time lover
with nothin nice to sell

got you tied up on the phone G
paging you from hell
caught you a case with enmity
bad news driftin in
double trouble comin after
she's deep under your skin
One nuclear disaster

Trick Mother Trucker
Liqifying your solid life
breaking you with false hope and spring wine
Her calling card
in black and red
clearly states
'your ass is mine'




She'll boast how it is her domain
Your brand new digs
her world of pain
She'll ride your rails
til you get the rickets
on bloody hands and knees
trembling in the thickets
Carries a bloody shiv in the dark
you're not just a number
you're her next mark

Feasting on your bones
like a hunk of Almond Joy
With a wallop in her satin gloves
Meet the pavement bo-bo boy

Trick Mother Trucker
Messing with your heart and mind
is how she makes her living
breaking wills and blowing minds
of that she keeps on giving

heard the news,
she was raised by shrews
take a number
pick a card
you can hardly lose

Come sample her made to order Lady 'Liberty' dime
Your lifer cell mate reminds you
take it one day at a time.
While you're rotting in a cage.
Doing hard time for her crime.

Your life's been shot to hell
crying 'Lord, I've got the blues'
Better quit your belly achin
or you'll meet
Ms. Steel Toed Shoes

Your head ain't right,
you want revenge
You had to play a player
who sold too high
your alibi
to another guy
of your complaints
she's unaware
it's a bitch,
she don't care
and one more thing
she was never there
Trick Mother Trucker

Buddy Bee Anthony

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