Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She´s the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away

She´s the boat in the sewer
She´s the old man with manure
Rocking all night like a drum
Going back where she comes from

Can of whiskey

Big guitars on the wall
Cracker-jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere