Come on now, bread and butter

No one knows a better mother

She's the guy who kills the sky

Burns the night out when she goes away



She's the boat in the sewer

She's the old man with manure

Rocking all night like a drum

Going back where she comes from



Can of whiskey



Big guitars on the wall

Cracker-jacks burn and fall

Styrofoam in her hair

She is barely anywhere