Low Cut Connie - Big Thighs, NJ

Текст песни

I stole a box of appliances
From a strip mall in your home town
I sent 'em to you at the station
In case you wanna spin you juice around
From your past life in the kick line
You used to give all your tips to God
I sent my meat truck door to door
While you were cheering for the squad
Well you’re the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
There’s nothing sweaty in the second grade
As little Lenny when he brought the farm
There’s Christina on her promenade
And there’s Christina with a broken arm
What kind of film were we using back then
To try to take one for the team?
Who wrote the words to the songs we sang?
The death reggae of our dreams
Well you’re the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
Long before I invented you
Before your lips were pierced with pain
I threw your thighbones on the fireplace
I watched you streaking in the rain
Now you’re living in a school bus
I hear that you’re running with a stud
I’d like to see you with your uniform
Laying open in the mud
Well you’re the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
You’re the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave Big Thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
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