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Trailer Trash
Sitting in your trailer home,
clutching a 'Lite' beer.
Wife/sister in the kitchen,
dark roots showing,
through her bleached blonde hair.
The kids are playing out in the yard,
scrabbling in the dirt.
Leave the pick-up alone!
you shout.
If you little bastards,
don't wanna get hurt!
Wife/sister pulls another ring,
on another beer.
There you go honey, please let's not fight.
If you're good to me, there'll be something special tonight.
You scratch and belch,
and sweat a lot,
while swigging at your beer.
The sun is glistening,
on your tattooed arms,
wife's vacant look,
cockroaches run.
Just another day in a wasted life,
watching the t.v.
No job,
no prospects,
another beer.
Just staring at the screen.
Look darlin'
You snort,
There's a pervert here,
who married a horse!
As you take a swig,
at another beer.
Your cousins on the t.v.
begin a chant,
so clear.
Je-ree! Je-ree!
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