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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #157
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Rick S.
Rights
Shelton/Patton 2009
Uploaded
November 25, 2009
Track Files
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MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:30
Story behind the song
A quick disclaimer: I've had a few people say they thought the line in verse 2, "Crooked little cross banded scarlet on his arm" was a stab at the Christian community, but it's far from that. Crooked cross was my way of alluding to a swaztica, hence the "scarlet band" on his arm. Nazis sported red bands with swazticas on their uniforms if I remember right, and that is the ONLY metaphore in that line. That out of the way, I'll get to the actual backstory.
I was my dad's driver for a while, when we were going out to the local bars a lot during the week. I've always hated most of the bars around here, and was particularly sick of southern illinois and it's inhabitants one night. This was one of those "back of a bar napkin" shpeels. A little backstory and depth into the lyrics: The character started out as "Johnny", simply because that was the first name that came to me and I thought it flowed well with the melody I had in mind. And in the 3rd verse where the character is a pedophile serial killer, it was a direct reference to one of my favorites, John Wayne Gacy. I changed it to Mikey for a couple of reasons. 1st, and perhaps silliest, because I named my favorite guitar Johnny and didn't want to soil his name. Secondly, because my least favorite person at the time (and currently) was Mike Rogers, a local convicted child molester, redneck, and all-around asshole. He's a racist, a pedophile, and an ex-con, so he fits most of the descriptions in the song, and that personalized it a little more for me.
Lyrics
Boom-Boom
One strike, two strike, three strike, four
Mikey's in the basement and he's cookin' up some more
His ol' lady's little dog a-shakin' in the back
It's coat turned green since they moved into the shack
Fillin' up perscriptions in his little dark room
Filled them too fast and then the trailor went boom
I say the mess was so big you couldn't clean it with a broom
Boom-boom
A-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom
One chant, two chant, shoutin' out loud
Mikey's little robe is just as white as a cloud
Crooked little cross banded scarlet on his arm
He says he's gonna get you but he won't do no harm
Burned his cross so bright in the blanket of the night
Woke up with his bed in ashes on his right
The whole trailor went up and there ain't nothin' left in sight
Boom-boom
A-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom
One potato, two potato, three potato chips
Mikey's snappin' pictures of all the little kids
Drives a big truck belching up black and grey smog
He'll give you a lollipop if you help him find his dog
Bodies in the basement a-sleepin' under-floor
Woke up to the FBI bustin' down his door
Hauled the trailor off and said you ain't a free man no more
Boom-boom
A-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom
One b*** , two butch, bunk mate gin
Mikey's doin' twenty-five to life in the pen
Commissaries, smokes, and a toilet full of wine
Lookin for Jesus to help cut down on his time
Once the the twenty-second of June comes around
He'll be up for parole and might be comin' to your town
You'll know if it's ol' Mikey when you hear that boomin' sound
Boom-boom
A-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a
Boom-boom
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