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It's a Cadillac graveyard made of rusty steel
I'm a scarecrow, baby, but I'll be a man for you, girl
Grave Man, ♥♥♥♥♥, I'm a scarecrow for real
I can't feel my heart, but it's beating for something
Since I was a little kid, been drinking Robitussin
Don't ask me 'bout ♥♥♥♥ 'cause I don't remember nothing
I don't need my heart, I'm a gasoline tin man
Tryna be a better man but I'm on four pills
Riding through the burning hills, I don't really give a damn
I told her, "Come over," then I didn't say ♥♥♥♥
'Cause my mask talk for me, is you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ scared, ♥♥♥♥♥?
Posted up, parking lot, like a scarecrow
Like a scarecrow, like a scarecrow
I'm a parking lot scarecrow, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Posted up, parking lot, like a scarecrow
Like a scarecrow, like a scarecrow
I'm a parking lot scarecrow, leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
I been going hard 'cause I got nun' to lose (Nun' to lose)
I been flexing hard in my Louis Moon Boots (Louis Moon Boots)
I been getting guap 'cause I was born to lose (I was born to lose)
I been going hard 'cause I was born to lose (Born to lose)
I been going hard 'cause I got nun' to lose (I got nun' to lose)
I been flexing hard in my Louis Moon Boots (Louis Moon Boots)
I been getting guap 'cause I was born to lose (I was born to lose)
Something we used to do when we were
Cleaning out the hogs pen
'Cause you know
One thing I learned by growing up
Is American values up on the farm and that is that
Pigs are people too
When you're sizzling up a rasher of bacon
Broiling up a pork roast or
Having a couple of chops
You take it from ol' Chop-Top here
And his pal Bucky
And just remember
Pig
Is the most intelligent mammal
Next to man
And they know what's up
Bad idea to grab hold of a freight
Torn off at the shoulder
Left him lying by the tracks bleeding like a stuck pig while his arm rode for free until they pried it off up the line and threw it in the burn barrel
Took him year to heal on a blood transcot in the Durango VA
Another year to quit crying for morphine
Got his arm torn off by a train
Stumbled when he grabbed it
Wedged an ankle between tie and track and something had to give, oh lord. The sound of it was horrible
Bones snapping, flesh tearing, the ripping of his shirt sleeve, that ungodly scream
Trains can do that to you
Trains can do that to you
Best be careful, huh?