Smut Peddlers
Smut Peddlers - Vernon Girl lyrics
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Looking for a fix on Soto Street South bound into Vernon Couldn't find nothing in Boyle Heights I tell you my liver was burning While I was stopped at a traffic light In front of Farmer John A little meat packer with a paycheck jumps in And says "let's cop and get it on." Vernon Girl She said she moved here from Mexico Her family was all dead She scored a job at the slaughterhouse Shooting pigs in the head We met a connection with smack and blow At 55th and Holmes Then we got a room and had a time The best I've ever known Vernon Girl In the morning we were drinking vodka And we polished off all the tar Then some cops rushed in and handcuffed me And stuffed me in an unmarked car It felt like hell in front of that motel In the city of Huntington Park They left the front door open And I had to watch her blow the narcs Vernon Girl