Lying's in the family, same with secrecy
Battlin' designs so deep that
I lost a finger to my mother
When we played a game... cards and hearts and cash
Not a scratch ticket in sight...
To name a few 50 dollars here won't make a difference
When I go out hunting, I could find on two
Creeper creeper... lagoon
So I'm wading stumps and stamps
Collection to the brim
Keepin' up
I'm collectin' dead men, as we speak
Sweet as bourbon pie
Oh I wish the wind would grab this swirlin' tail of mine
Whip that silly sapling till the clock chimed
I don't even know that my blues' gone black
The only thing I know's this silly white girl's track
I coulda been the mother coulda been the best
But I'm only sleepin' in a bed I made long ago
It's a blue and black one
Even though it's already scorched to the bone
Cause those are my colors of sadness those are my colors
I'm regardin' trees, have you peeped any recently
I heard 'em say we're an assinine race,
Washin' our faces in turpentine,
Eatin' off of plates washed over with mines I got a life?
Resistin' decay that just comes with life,
Part of the package
Resistin' decay that
Comes... with... life... too... quiet... for... me
Keepin' up my accent helps to make it all
Secret to the bone
Really keepin' this from failin'
Cause I care to hard for to laken it together
If only I could be as sweet and sincere
Keepin' up with friends and family dear
I made a call to an old friend who didn't seem
To happy to hear from me
So maybe i'm a mother, maybe i'm lost
Could it be that I ain't so nice to be around
It's not your friends that keep you in line it's your
Family that drives you out of your mind
I gotta keep up with Mr. Jones
And a Devil who eats my brother's bones
When I find him I'll make him wait
As long as my very first date