Child's Play

Burning trees in the back of your fathers 6
That your mama lets you drive while he’s working
And your brother hasn’t come out of his room for seven days
We got the living room til 6
We’ll have it our way
Now my lord he is a lover
And my daddy’s up above
Still pray upon my knees each night
I’ll always share your lungs
And we glide along the freeway
With your denim in my palm
But the Richard on my left hand
Sayin', we ain’t got that long
Your mother is a teller
But she didn’t teach you well
For I’ve asked what’s on your mental
And those lips thy never tell
Your daddy is a doctor
And he treats his patients wll
But the hole below my lft rib
Good god it hurts like hell
And it widens
And it widens
Widens
Burning trees alone in my living room
Your perfume to mask the fumes
Cause mama will be home soon