LYRIC
Shoot them dead, show no remorse
White trashing with you
Live in endless afternoon
Making love to the Sunday cartoons
White trashing with you [Chorus] And all that glitters is not gold
And this same place is getting old
But dreams are fulfilled
Where the purple grass grows
I can see it all just beyond our window [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Outro] Empties lined along the porch
Shoot them dead, show no remorse
White trashing with you
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