Letras:Chris Merritt. Show Me What You're Made Of.

(I can fix it, I can fix it)
There's dead grass spread out across the lawn
I can fix it
It'll look really nice when I get done
It'll make the difference going back and forth and making stripes
The equipment runs well except the starter on this one
It takes persistence to get it going
It takes persistence there boy

You think you're such a badass?
Well all right, so come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on and lay a finger on me

You work all your life and then get screwed
The corruption goes all the way to the top and man, that's more than only my assumption
Boys are gone at least a couple years, which is something
And I miss them when they're gone so far without interruption
Without interruption there boy
(On my way back home)
On my way back home

You think you're such a bad ass?
Well all right, so come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on and lay a finger on me

You think you're such a bad ass?
Well all right, so come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on
Show me what you're made of
So come on and lay a finger on me

(Thanks to Easton for these lyrics)