"Big Bellies" genre: Indie Pop/Lo Fi
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	No matter how bad it gets, somebody out there has it worse. Deal with it and quit whinin`.
	MP3.com CD: Roadkill Expressway - buy it! CD: Roadkill Expressway   Label: Big Belly Records Credits: Arranged and performed by W.V. Hill; Written by A.K. Mullins
	Story Behind the Song The Western world definitely has it`s share of problems, but at least we got somethin` to eat. Lyrics If your guts bigger than your wallet You know there's something wrong If your dog don't come when you call it It`s more than likely gone Well don't get mad and shoot yourself Or drown in salty tears Just sit on the porch, stare at the moon And drink a case of beer If your truck don't start when you crank it The tank is full of lead If your monkey won't dance when you spank it The organ grinder`s dead Well don`t get mad and kick the cat Or give up on your dreams Just sit on the porch, stare at the moon And drink a fifth of Beam If your woman don't smile when you kiss`er Her heart is on the loose You better shut the lid on the pisser And start working towards a truce Well don't get mad and seek advice For things you full well know Just sit on the porch, stare at the moon And eat your bowl of crow. So don't take your gut for granted Round here they come with ease In a mud-caked hut on a sun-baked planet Big bellies mean bad disease So don't whine about moral decay A few bills and social rot Just sit on the porch, pray to your Lord And be thankful for what you've got.

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