She brings me Spanish Clementine I eat them by the waterside Throw the peels and taste the clean How could I still feel so mean Take this meanness
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
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,
Come a little bit closer Closer than you are Cause anything worth it now Is just gonna be hard Come a little bit cleaner Get a little bit mean Just give
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 hips And I got disgusted with
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
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
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
Words and music by Amy Ray We were talking ticket slump We'd try to put our finger on it Quantify the undoing of each little step And its just a lack
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
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
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
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
She comes down to Georgia to dance across my kitchen floor, Leavin' black marks on linoleum, a country song on the radio. I am just a rodeo calf with
I'm a Sober Girl, not for any good reason I found myself on this road I'm on It felt a lot like treason To my last girlfriends, who could never understand
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
Amy Ray On Your Honor Now I have a picture Fist in the air I'm standing behind you Now I am still here Mining your body The scene of a crime
