"Rock N' Roll Outlaw" lyrics - CLUTCH

In the North they call us Rebels
In the South they call us Yankees
Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers
The grinnin' reapers
Of a missionary rock star

You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus
But even in its Genesis
It's really quite ridiculous
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang
Revelator Big Bang

You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue
S'no fun to crack the axles
But its gotta be done
'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles
You know they get ticked-off

And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears
We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La
Here it is with the rock n' roll outlaw

Where rock is criminal, criminals rock!
Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock!
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock!

...Like this
Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!
I'm a rock n' roll outlaw!
Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!
Yeah

So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus
But even in its Genesis
It's really quite ridiculous
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang
Yeah, yeah

Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!
I'm a rock n' roll outlaw
Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw!