Your brother rides a bucket with the firebird paint,
calls it a Trans-Am, we both know that it aint --
bet it makes them rebel girls faint.
Well he don't bother me, he never said he was a saint.
Caught your mom climbing on my backyard fence
said she bringin' me flowers and her own home-made incense --
oh lord! I know that don't make no sense.
She better start telling the truth, these lies are making me tense.
I know you come down by the cigarette smoke
and how you slurred every word that you spoke, girl.
How you was gone when I awoke!
Well I didn't mean to laugh, I just thought it was a joke.
Your dad broke in to take the crown from my bed,
he seems to think it can give life to the dead.
I swear to God that's what he said --
tell him he got all that he needs, he can get on out my door.