Little wild hair girl poisons herself
Metal wires and rusty barbs catch on her skirt
The Shepherd keeps an eye on his forgotten flock
But she lets the Devil in every time that he knocks
The shape shifters of South Anahuac
Amphetamine laced, shit-faced with tracks
The cook has medicine and the cook has friends
But the Devil’s playground has always been idle hands
There’s pain in the window of a trailer home
The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone
Four lives, four hearts with no goals
Each in unison, eight legs, no soul
Well the white trash never make it out alive
What makes them invisible is what makes us blind
And you can’t see the light with tin-foil on the window
In a cage we built for ourselves down a private road
There’s pain in the window of a trailer home
The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone
Four lives, four hearts with no goals
Each in unison, eight legs, no soul
She said, how can I escape this place
I don’t recognize the woman in that mirror’s face
And he said, if you want a fix darlin come over here
Cause the road goes on forever and the party never ends
There’s pain in the window of a trailer home
The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone
Four lives, four hearts with no goals
Each in unison, eight legs, no soul
There ain’t no soul