White Trashing - Nicole Dollanganger

Empties lined along the porch

Shoot them dead, show no remorse

White trashing with you

Live in endless afternoon

Making love to the Sunday cartoons

White trashing with you

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

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

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