Apparently you can't play golf without those perfect greens
And we choose Phoenix and Las Vegas just to make it more obscene
I'm sure it's fun, I'm sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen?
One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
We've made more kids than sandwiches since descending from the trees
But I think we can eclipse it by 2019
I really doubt that we can finish them. Oh I don't believe
One hundred fallow acres to entomb what we don't eat
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
The dead they don't say anything buried beneath the trees
In their boxes under monuments with grass that grows between
I doubt we're crowded while we're shrouded oh I bet we're quite carefree
One hundred fallow acres to preserve a memory
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
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Apparently you can't play golf without those perfect greens
And we choose Phoenix and Las Vegas just to make it more obscene
I'm sure it's fun, I'm sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen?
One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
We've made more kids than sandwiches since descending from the trees
But I think we can eclipse it by 2019
I really doubt that we can finish them. Oh I don't believe
One hundred fallow acres to entomb what we don't eat
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
The dead they don't say anything buried beneath the trees
In their boxes under monuments with grass that grows between
I doubt we're crowded while we're shrouded oh I bet we're quite carefree
One hundred fallow acres to preserve a memory
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
And we choose Phoenix and Las Vegas just to make it more obscene
I'm sure it's fun, I'm sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen?
One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
We've made more kids than sandwiches since descending from the trees
But I think we can eclipse it by 2019
I really doubt that we can finish them. Oh I don't believe
One hundred fallow acres to entomb what we don't eat
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
The dead they don't say anything buried beneath the trees
In their boxes under monuments with grass that grows between
I doubt we're crowded while we're shrouded oh I bet we're quite carefree
One hundred fallow acres to preserve a memory
Let's burn it down and dig it up
Let's burn it down and dig it up
I've never been to Augusta National
I'm never going to Augusta National
It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these f*cks go out and smash a ball
I'm never going to Augusta National
Writer: Norman May
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