Floods in Houston

Jessica will stand up for you
Break some necks down at the disco tech
She don't leave her house without lips
Daddy's temper needs calming tricks
Brother's in the garage screaming at his army green pinto
We know he'll lose his love
But we don't talk of Nam
Jessica won't lose control
Not like them won't drink or smoke
Drives too fast to "Blue Bayou"

We know it floods in Houston
It floods she's built in the mud
It's no surprise
Taught not to cry (cry)

Jessica's at church on Sunday,
Monday, Wednesday, she's gotta sing
All the kindness in the world
Cannot touch, cannot take, her offering
But that Houston humidity
Creeps at night in her sheets like needles
And at the party in the yard
Those mean cowboys are
Kicking the hell out of the boy in pink
She breaks a glass beer bottle
On the concrete and comes at em' blazing
Give her reason she's waiting

We know it floods in Houston
It floods she's built in the mud
It's no surprise taught not to
We know it floods in Houston
It floods she's built in the mud
It's no surprise taught not to cry (cry)

Some old man at the drive thru
Offers his machine, forty cash
He'll take her picture
Send it to the magazines who knows what
That face could bring, a movie
But brother's crazed with bad dreams
And Jessica can take the heat, the bent spoon
She never takes the call
She saves her photo for