Pistol Dave lyrics

[Intro]
Boom boom boom
What’s up now, motherf*cker?

[Verse 1: Sage Francis]
Dave, the ex-con driving old trucks
Don’t give a flyin' f*ck if you’re sober or drunk
Just move the hell over punk, hurry up go
Dave threw a Big Gulp out the window

There’s a pair of testicles hangin' off the back bumper
Where’s the di*k? Sittin’ in the driver’s seat, brother
Dave, the dusted dirtbag burnout
We found him passed out in the bathroom of some girl’s house

When he came to, he was still in a daze
He said, "What it do…I’m Pistol Dave’
Dave, the codeine freak with lower back pain
Always knows a guy who knows a guy from back in the day
Always like, ‘Hey, I knew your pops growin’ up
Looks like the fart doesn’t fall far from the butt
Tell your moms I said what up
Ask your nana how lesbians make love
Hey…when can we take drugs?'

Dave, the dope fiend shootin’ dopes
Who don’t know the meaning of homie nor bloke
He said ‘I got bullets, hurry up run!’
Way too many triggers for a man with one gun

He said ‘It’s no fun bein’ all work, or at least I’d rather work this piece, peace, be back in a minute. Don’t leave.’
But like my dad don’t expect him back when he goes for smokes
Legend has it, I’m still waiting for Dave in Park Slope

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Dave, the first to draw, the quickest to aim (the quickest to aim)
The fully loaded love we made (the love we made)
He shot me through the heart and now we'll never be the same
So I sit and wait for Pistol Dave

[Verse 2: B. Dolan]
This dude was not the one to idolize
More like the one to me to quickly say aight goodbye, never liked the guy
The crew was drunk the driver’s twice as high
Jumped ship, whole life flashin’ before my eyes
Who the f*ck is this?
Dave would bump his ugly lips, drove the bus half lit
Few cans short of a six pack, flashing Russian prison tats (what?)
I asked ‘im if he’d like to smoke, he said ‘I’d like to get wet’
I said 'I’d like to get home.', he said ‘I’d like to get head’
Commenced to using the CB to move his HPV
My views of human decency would cease to be the same
But at least he was cheap he left without getting paid
That’s Dave, the roadhog swallowin’ dust
Who bought his own trucks with Marlboro Bucks
That’s Dave, the first plague monkey in space
I asked him for my lighter, he punched me in the face
That’s Dave, the truck stop handjob king
Copped lube from the bathroom vending machine
Got mean when we asked about the missing amount
Took two bouncers and three cops to bring him down
That’s Dave

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3: Slug]
Whoo
Started on a 69
Kissin’ on a hot piece of puss in between sips of fizzy wine
These twin city piggies tryin’ to hit me with a fine
Like my middle initial isn’t ‘gimme mine’

Got me out there huggin’ her shoulder
Like there hasn’t always been dispensaries up in Boulder
Like they’s never mention on me when they speak of the devil
My name’s Dave, the pistol’s made of metal
I told a webcam model ‘Call me Martian Brando’
The bandana headband hair like Rambo
Commando, but the pants still saggin’
Dabbin’ in the bathroom with the mother of dragons

She put the bus in reverse
She mixed the dust with the herb and then we f*cked in the church, huh
Trenchcoat feelin’ like Judd Nelson
Yo, Dave, what the f*ck are they yellin’?