"Bootleggers" genre: Alternative General
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	1920's prohibition vaudeville circus cabaret
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	Story Behind the Song One Tequila soaked Sunday I was a guest at a party in a million dollar home. I was tired of the sun and the strangers and the meandering conversations about nothing, so I wandered into the family room where I sat down at the piano and started playing. The suicide seat chords that became the verses to "Bootleggers" were among the songs that came out that day. The words were written while sitting alone sipping a beer in a mock franchise sports bar off the highway. I had just finished visiting an old friend I had known since I was 14; someone I had learned to be bad with, to be an artist with, and to sing with, among many other things. He had disappeared from my radar when he became a junky. My friend now lay in stroke-induced coma at the age of 30. As I sat thinking about him, I also started thinking about politics. My father and I had been talking a lot about politics and how much we agreed that Bush, Jr., whom he calls Shrub, was Evil incarnate. "Bootleggers" comes from these people, places and things. Lyrics 1 Running to a hole like a bootlegging mouse In a roadside mountain hotel The cats in the corner got the guns and the speed But they’re too young to know how to sell Flags are flying high in the Eastern sky Where the roads are all covered in sin Now I'm yelling at you like a banshee With blood all over my shins Chorus The only way to live is to love again Or just burn out in love’s flame Music and words will kill me Or save me once again 2 Spending money like a rich kid Drinking like a camel's hump Loving you like a dead man Or a writer stuck in a slump Well I wrote this song on the back of a bag That once held a bottle of gin Now you gamble somewhere between heaven and hell Waiting to cash it all in Chorus C Section Now I can’t stand up And you won’t sit down And everything about you Is turned up way too loud 3 Come on and dance like the devil is the leader of a country that is ruled by the wealthy few And the armies of the angels got their rifles pointed at you and they're coming down to show you the truth Are you tired of all the politics or just blind to all the lunatics? Mice are small when you they live in a hole But they're huge when they live in a hall

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