oh, my love, she sleeps like a dog.
she rolls in the sheets.
she's whimpering thoughts
and it sounds like a prayer
that she's cursing at me again.

and oh, we live in a broken-down shack
on government cheese and jack kerouac.
we got nabbed with an ounce
so i spent the night in jail.

so love, let's hang our heads like we're dead
and wait for the police to leave.
'cause in my head,
i've been drowning; i've been shrieking.

i went through the room then i spoke to you
on an east-side bar in a gucci moon.
oh, we ate all we could
and threw back the rest of them.

so with boots well-worn and the thread-count poor,
at an east-side party, we endured their scorn.
oh, we ate all we could
and threw back the rest of them.

so love, let's hang our heads
like we're dead
and wait for the police to leave.
'cause in my head,
i've been drowning; i've been shrieking.

oh, my love, she sleeps like a dog.
oh, my love.


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Blue Collar, Red Letter song meanings
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