Pensacola

Oh, pride is not a sin
And that’s why I have gone
On down to Wal-Mart with
My checkbook to get you some
Like waves in which you drown me, shouting…
I know you must’ve realized by now
I know you must’ve realized by now
And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self-esteem is waiting
Canned up in aluminum
Like waves in which you drown me, shouting…
I know you must’ve realized by now
I know you must’ve realized by now