Empties lined along the porch
shoot them dead, show no remorse
white trashing with you
Live in endless afternoon
making love to the Sunday cartoons
white trashing with you
And all that glitters is not gold
and this same place is getting old
But dreams are fulfilled
where the purple grass grows
And I can see it all just beyond our window
Innocence that I have bled
carved your name into my leg
white trashing with you
Plastic Jesus, Santa Claus
rotting like relics in the yard
white trashing with you
Inherited your dad’s crazy eyes
history repeats our whole damn lives
Yeah this place gets old but it’s really hard
to scrub the dog piss out of a white trash heart