The icebox is locked and I can't cool down 

It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town 

Round midnight why can't the light be found 

Got me poundin' on the pavement wrestlin' with the ground 

Sharkskin in a pig pen stirrin' up a sound 

Pawn shop stacks a box of .45 rounds 

Got a code to uphold contractually bound 

said the icebox is locked and I can't cool down 

Icebox is locked and I cannot cool down 

Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll 



The icebox is locked and I can't cool down 

Got both barrels cocked and a young blood hound 

There's an old butchers block where you pay by the pound 

And the homecoming queen's waiting tables in her own crown 

Belly up to the bar to buy the first round 

Bartender surrenders says we're in a dry town 

Son we can't serve you here he said with a frown 

Because the icebox is locked so you can't cool down 



Icebox locked and I cannot cool down 

Umbrella drinks and cheap cigars while hot tub bubbles roll 

Icebox locked and I cannot cool down 

Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll 



Born of this world of hate - Born of an orphaned throne 

Born without a faith - Born of a broken home 

Belly to the bar dark in the block 

Draw an ace from the top of the stack