Midnight bite at the Cherry
So sweet is the juice
I'm free from the chains
And all the dogs [bad word] loose

I'm chasing my tail
And I'm losing my head
Yeah i'm falling down
I can't feel my legs
I'm on my way to a better place

Fat City juiced up an' ready
Fat City I'm already gone
Fat City juiced up an' ready
Battered an' [bad word] I keep a rolling on
Rollin' on

Saddle sore at the pony
From the black rockin' chair
I got what i need
I'm already there

I been riding so hard
Drank all the dregs
She;s falling down
She can't feel her legs
We're on our way to a better place

Fat City juiced up an' ready
Fat City I'm already gone
Fat City juiced up an' ready
Battered an' [bad word] I keep a rolling on
I keep a rollin' on, I keep a rollin' on

Fat City juiced up an' ready
Fat City I'm already gone
Fat City juiced up an' ready
Battered an' [bad word] I keep a rolling on
Rollin' on Rollin' on Rollin' on Rollin' on...