Song Description
Don't email me complaints...it's a joke. I mean, a SOCIAL COMMENTARY. I apologize in advance!
| Song Length |
3:32 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative |
Lyrics
let's steal your Dad's Pinto and drive to the dam
the spot where we met up to fight my old man
we could talk your Mom into buying the beer
but you have to drive 'cause I'm too stoned to steer
someday we'll both get away from this all
maybe a trip to the raceway this fall
we'll drink in the bleachers and hope for a crash
what more could we wish for
we're only white trash
my Dad caught me kissin' on his girlfriend last night
the cops had to come out to bust up the fight
it must be the fourth time he's broken my nose
but until I turn 18 that's just how it goes
someday we'll both get away from this all
maybe a trip to Ontario Mall
we'll hang by the bathrooms and take the kids' cash
what more could we wish for
we're only white trash
Marla just broke her engagement to me
I slapped her around-she told me to leave
I took all the money she'd hid in her drawer
I don't understand what she's pissed at me for
someday we'll both get away from this all
maybe a trip to the raceway this fall
we'll drink in the bleachers and hope for a crash
what more could we wish for
we're only white trash
what more could we wish for
we're only white trash