48 Hours to Go

You got 48 hours to go Best start wrestling with your soul because a Texas boy's got a big hard on for you, man You got 48 hours to go Better climb up out your hole Or burrow in deep, burrow in deep burrow in deep like a tick, like a tick like a tick, man! Run run run run run away And live to Saddam-ize another day You ain't got time to shit or pray cuz the dogs of rationale have gone astray They've gone astray. You got 48 hours left You can almost smell his breath It smells of high horse It smells of high horse You got 48 hours to go And they're coming win, place or show So lay down your money, lay down your money, lay down your money Are you bettin' on the Yanks in the clanky old tanks? Are you firing up the Kroner are you firing up the Francs? When you're 48 hours done will they find that smoking gun Or a basket of snipe A bucket of tripe Some asses to wipe It's all just hipe cuz there's oil to swipe You got 48 hours to go