Papa’s in the prison, got cute with a knife
Mama’s got religion taking over her life
They both love me, they assure me they do
But I know they rue the day that I was born
Steal a ash for supper on a Friday night
Drinkin’ in the kitchen, Jesus! Mama’s a sight
Dressed up to the nines in her pink satin dress
Lipstick cherry-red under bleached blonde hair
Going down where the townsfolk bury their dead
Coz that’s where ma ‘n’ pa now make up their bed
I see that their grave is always kept clean
Though I know they curse the day they worst set eyes on me
Going into town on a Saturday night
See if I get lucky, maybe pick up a ought
Hip-ask in my pocket, Jesus in my heart
But I keep hearin ma ‘n’ pa