Blue Collar, Red Letter

Oh, my love,
She sleeps like a dog.
She rolls in the sheets
She’s whimpering thoughts
and it sounds like a prayer
That she’s cursing at me again
And oh, we live,
In a broken down shack
On government cheese
and Jack Kerouac
We got nabbed with an ounce
So I spend the night in jail
So love, let’s hang our heads
Like we’re dead and wait for the police to leave
'Cause in my head I’ve been drowning.
I’ve been shrieking.
I went through the room
When I spoke to you
on an east side bar
in a Gucci moon
Oh, we ate all we could
and threw back the rest of them
So with boots well worn
and the thread-count poor
at an east side party
We endured their scorn
oh, we ate all we could
and threw back the rest of them
So love, let’s hang our heads like we’re dead
And wave for the police to leave
'Cause in my head I’ve been drowning;
I’ve been shrieking
Oh, my love,
She sleeps like a dog