better make it black
my lids are logs
yeah I suppose I should go
sniff my skin
scratch my chin
is your smell trapped in my clothes?
settle something
little children
pacifiers drawn
gimme something
to chew on as the hours roll

cry on baby, cry me a river
say I should leave you alone
cry on baby, salt for the ocean
chaos will make you whole

and so the angels wept
the sky ripped open
the lord took a piss on my soul
life is long
long and tiresome
dream myself into a hole
I can't say I been bored and lonely
Elvis, Elvis counsel me
I gotta get up in the morning


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White Trash Blues song meanings
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