and the velvet underground
And the rapping and the hollering,
Niko is dead, computers make us dance
But a fennel with a back picker
And you wonder why it took so long
I wear boots, she wears boots
Leather boots, handmade boots
Cowboy boots, shiny boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer,
Well I dreamt of how to live
in those freaky days of yore
Sang in the gaslight, slept on the floor
Where we worshipped the hobo
wrapped up against the wind
Through the village we'd roam,
our friends played guitar
We was seen, Bill walked down the street
Well, I could have been on the cover
I wear boots, leather boots
Snakeskin boots, handmade boots
She wears boots, cowboy boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer
and your jeans are the same
And you think you're different,
but some things never change
Kids are demolishing the castles you built
And I'd give you the world,
but you'd be left with the guilt
We smoked pot, we drank beer,
We never had the feelin',
And you think it stopped the war,
that records are all out on CD
But I still say the whole thing was cool
I wear boots, leather boots
She wears boots, Texan boots
Handmade boots, snakeskin boots
We ain't country and we ain't queer
We ain't country and we ain't queer
I'm looking good in my high
I'm looking big in my high