Tales Facing Up
Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back
We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains
And every so often she'd lapse into narcotic ramblings
Moon and mascara
I've always been a holy terror
Temptations lurking everywhere
If your mind's in the gutter, beware
You'll find me there
Me and a friend were talking after the funeral
She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild
I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade
And all my dead friends have settled down
My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying
I said, "Tears are for pussies" but who was I kidding
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry
Beer and tequila
I've always been a thrill seeker
But thrills are a dime a dozen these days
And I found a dime in the gutter today
Tails facing up
Still fucking up
Still fucking up
A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back
We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains
And every so often she'd lapse into narcotic ramblings
Moon and mascara
I've always been a holy terror
Temptations lurking everywhere
If your mind's in the gutter, beware
You'll find me there
Me and a friend were talking after the funeral
She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild
I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade
And all my dead friends have settled down
My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying
I said, "Tears are for pussies" but who was I kidding
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry
Beer and tequila
I've always been a thrill seeker
But thrills are a dime a dozen these days
And I found a dime in the gutter today
Tails facing up
Still fucking up
Still fucking up
A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking
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Writer(s): Patterson Hood
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