It's Ketchup (We're Fuckups)
The sad old men drive up to the levee
In their widows' motorhomes
Say hey won't you be my happenstance baby
Wave once they won't leave you alone
Cassie got a job with a nice ring light
Mama got to get paid
Y'all make us out like we're so damn sad
Cuz you made it out of this place
Why don't you go out walking?
Cut through the river of smoke
Why don't you tell me something
That I don't know
There's a scarecrow down in the tire stacks
My hair in the kitchen sink
There's a skate or die sticker on the mother orange tree
Pretty sure it don't care what I think
Drive your white Mustang to the rock quarry
Bring a Louisville slugger too
You named your kid Brooklyn Antoinette
What the fuck did you think she'd do?
Why don't you go out walking?
Cut through the river of smoke
Why don't you tell me something
That I don't know
You always thought that the secret
The secret was something you touched
In the clay pits, the casinos, and the pickups
You always thought that the light
It poured out like some kind of syrup
But it's ketchup
So we're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
In their widows' motorhomes
Say hey won't you be my happenstance baby
Wave once they won't leave you alone
Cassie got a job with a nice ring light
Mama got to get paid
Y'all make us out like we're so damn sad
Cuz you made it out of this place
Why don't you go out walking?
Cut through the river of smoke
Why don't you tell me something
That I don't know
There's a scarecrow down in the tire stacks
My hair in the kitchen sink
There's a skate or die sticker on the mother orange tree
Pretty sure it don't care what I think
Drive your white Mustang to the rock quarry
Bring a Louisville slugger too
You named your kid Brooklyn Antoinette
What the fuck did you think she'd do?
Why don't you go out walking?
Cut through the river of smoke
Why don't you tell me something
That I don't know
You always thought that the secret
The secret was something you touched
In the clay pits, the casinos, and the pickups
You always thought that the light
It poured out like some kind of syrup
But it's ketchup
So we're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
It's ketchup
We're fuckups
So what?
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Writer(s): Michael Young
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