I got a twenty pound jockey with fifty cents Ya know he ain't got enough to pay his rent He's got a couple of things he don't talk about Like the welts on his brains or the snakes in his mouth When it comes to time it's a kick in the dog I like to spend mine... pushin' logs If you ask me what I'm speakin' of You gotta trust the people that you don't love Out of the ceiling and onto the floor Don't wanna see him... anymore He hates it when I speak the lore Of a twenty pound jockey with less than more