There was something you gave I'm sitting with as the seasons change It lays unclaimed sometimes Blame is a killer I see the river that was and say what
I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese's peanut butter cups A Pepsi
Words and music BY Amy Ray I want the bloody boy Yeah I want you Hold it so tight Like it's the truth I see you licking your lips At the slope of her
In a sea of white faces I heard the latest version of The Clash. Still no ticket for the races, And the sisters still get the shaft. We got a punk rock
We hit snow on the road to Laramie We all heard about that mess But that town ain't nothing different Than the rest Poor man do the bidding for the rich
Every time I go downtown I think I might find you around. I take your picture just in case, anybody's seen- A girl who's had her better days, just like
hey baby my baby sweet baby i'm on the bus tour bus bunk i got my headphones on and I'm listening to elliott rock rock rock rock rock me to sleep i got
We were talking ticket slump We'd try to put our finger on it We quantify the undoing of each little step And its just a lack of press And the refrigerator
If a tree falls well, you're not gone At least for me, I didn't hear It's a long break and some time away With some things to repair And it's a lazyboy
The boy, he thinks I'm damaged goods I know he does and I guess he should I dress like him, I take him down He gets embarrassed when his friends come
I have a picture, fist in the air I'm standing behind you, now I am still here Mining your body, scene of a crime Do you one more favor, killing your
Call up my rockboy finally score He's got drama like a toreador and Me and the bottle we're on the mend I'm tired of winning gonna lose again I said, "
Yeah, when I go over yonder I will see my mother My sister and my father But my brother is going to hell Yeah, they hung him from the gallows As the
Putting pennies on the track, shiny and flat, It was the best we could be, sexy and free. I grow away from myself with each passing bell- With all these
I hear the rock show winding down at the high school Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the
You ride your John Deere down to the pond Just to watch me struggle along. You say you got your daddy's seed in you And you think you're bored with anything
I won't be a pawn We roughed it up when we were young I won't say so much for that What do you do when it is done 'Cause I know We grow When it's over
When you march stand up straight. When you fill the world with hate Step in time with your kind and Let it ring When you speak against me Would you
