So you found another buckshot under your skin
Behind your rib
Head in your hands
Steady as she goes
She goes away
Wonderful day
This time

Nobody cares for the girl who's spoken for
Broken and black
No one wrote back
And back in the alley
She oozes like a cyst
Systematically
Dirty to clean
This time

My baby
Why
I'll give you a piece of my mind
My baby
Why
How's a little crime?
Cause when the mood is right and the night is you then you'll finally love me sweetly
You'll finally love me right
October nights
Cans and camel lights
Pushed into the sand
Baby in hand
Two kids soda pop
Bus stops
Dirty knees
Deep color freeze
This time