Asslete Songtext / Lyric

I used to love Barry Bonds.
Take one swing and it’s gone.
But as time went by and he grew in size,
My respect level slowly dropped. I like Euro M-L-S.
Their playing level is the best.
But all the acting, lying, bullshit and crying,
Remind me of what I detest They come on scene and show their white horse and their squeaky clean self.
They’d best watch out for the media’s social guillotine.

You can cheat, you can lie, you can win or not try, but you can’t be a good guy in sports!
All the pills, thrills, and attempted kills make a hero’s date in court.

I really liked Tiger Woods.
He is all well and good.
He is clean, lean, a golf machine,
But in the end he’s just another horny bloke.

I like Allan Iverson.
Short, corn rowed, and fun.
But he found his wife messin’ with another guy,
And they found him near the guy with a gun.

They come on scene and show their white horse and their squeaky clean self.
They’d best watch out for the media’s social guillotine.

You can cheat, you can lie, you can win or not try, but you can’t be a good guy in sports!
All the pills, thrills, and attempted kills make a hero’s date in court.

You can cheat, you can lie, you can win or not try, but you can’t be a good guy in sports!
All the pills, thrills, and attempted kills make a hero’s date in court.

Asslete!
That’s what you are,
Killin’ all the kids in your fancy car.
Asslete!
That's what you are,
Runnin’ over kids in your fancy car.

You can cheat, you can lie, you can win or not try, but you can’t be a good guy in sports!
All the pills, thrills, and attempted kills make a hero’s date in court.