Green Corn

Sometimes

I think of all the places

I don't wanna go

Then I think of all the things

I never wanna do

Think of all the people

I never wanna meet

I close my eyes and

I go to sleep

Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars

I'm the Prince of poverty hangin' out in bars

Your life's a

Mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your disgusts me,

I see through your macho lies

Fight everything you stand for

There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn