Bushes Of Love – Bad Lip Reading – letras

49 times we fought that beastYour old man and meIt had a chicken head whit duck feetWith a woman’s face tooAw, that’s rad!And it was waiting in the bushes for usThen it ripped off your dad’s faceHe was screaming something awfulIn fact there was this huge messAnd I had to change the floorsThe floors?You see, his bloodIt drained into the boardsAnd I had to change ’emBut we all got aChicken-Duck-Woman thingwaiting for usEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveCause something’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of loveEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveSomething’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of loveYo never knew my dad he didn’t care about meDead horizon is all my macro-binaculars seeMoisture-farming all my life and not a drop spiltMy aunt and uncle, double suns and sppin’ blue milkMy aunt and uncle, double suns I’m sick of blue milkBut then a desert hobo came and told meWe all got aChicken-Duck-Woman thingwaiting for usEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveCause something’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of loveEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveSomething’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of loveHold me when I open like a flowerHold me rightYeah, I ain’t had to bake for a girl in a long timeA long timeI think my cooking’s awesomeI’ve got her picture in my photo wagonHa Ha keep it poppin’Yeah, she’d propably love to honk tonkShe’d propably love to honk tonkThat’s what I saidI used to ride across the desertYou know, I used to glide on my speederI pray that I don’t find what I don’t wanna findWaitin’ for me ’round the cornerOh no noI used to ride across the desertYou know, I used to glide on my speederI pray that I don’t find any moreCrispy bodies by the door49 timesYeah, it was 49 timesAnd now it might beWaiting for youCould be hiding behind that scrap pileThat’s just a big cowI know you really want someone to hold youBut we all got aChicken-Duck-Woman thingwaiting for usEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveCause something’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of loveEveryday I worry all dayAbout what’s waiting in the bushes of loveSomething’s waiting in the bushes for usSomething’s waiting in the bushes of love