More Middle Fingers
Justin Moore Song Lyrics

This one's for the irs, in bed with the damn politicians

And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'

And to the bulls and the bears on wall street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's

Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers.

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new beamer

Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers.

Hey, gimme one for the haters of the son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals

Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for mr. jack and charlie daniels

If you don't salute the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers

Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers.

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new beamer

Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers.

If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth

My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little free bird.

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter

Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

More middle fingers.