Southern Gothic

Choose your way to brood, it's all understood
We are on this sinking ship, vacation's done us good
Caught me on my side—I'm your southern bride
I'll burn down your house, I'll burn down your house

I'm huffing glue and causing a scene
Those pictures of you look like pictures of me
What's your favorite food—things I can't pronounce
Apparently we're done-fore, the captain just announced

Found me on my back—I'm a sad old sack
I'll burn down your house, I'll burn down your house
I'm huffing glue and causing a scene
Those pictures of you look like pictures of me



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Tilden
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