Song's The Same Lyrics

Played out and laid out in this triangle town
Tongue tied and battered
By the circuits of sound
Give me a minute and I'll strike up a pose
Packed tight
Into my loose fitting designer clothes
The DJ rocks, his needle drops
Salvation on a dead end street
The tattooed girls are squirming
To the factory beat
Any other night
And they would be safe at home
Piercing body parts and deconstructing Suicide poems
The song's the same
How hard you listen
Makes all the difference in the world
But I ain't saying anything different
From anything you've already heard
Ten gallon hat, three inch heels
And boot cut jeans
Quarterback cowboys
Coaching line dancing teams
I'll bet they really do have fences to mend
Choking the reigns
On some old Mercedes Benz
A buckskin ballerina
Does a perfect honky-tonk pliè
She pulls a dollar from the fingers
Of a badly drawn toupee
A deal is signed in sawdust,
Two new lovers retreat
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To hillbilly beach
Just another culture built on urban decay
There's extra college credit
If you're homeless for the day
Don't mind the rats- they live here too
They'll bite your feet and steal your food
We shower under broken pipes
I'm sorry- wish it wasn't true
The junkies on the south side
Hang out by the trains
The coming and the going
Only adds to their pain
Years ago they'd never guessed
They'd grow up to be weeks from death
How sad to see that life is measured
Breathe by breathe
A dozen Harley scooters
Congregate outside
A chrome and steel welcome mat
To an afterhours dive
The beer is cold, the whiskey's cheap
The whole place smells like leather
On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings "Panheads Forever"
The people in this tavern
Come in here to unwind
After twelve long hours of sweat
On the assembly line
They don't dress up like bikers
'Cause it's the latest style
Some people really were
Born to be wild