Larraine

You grew up in a patch, some say that it was cursed You spent your whole life, trying to wash away the dirt They said that you were nothing, with their hands under your skirt So you tied yourself away, with a rag under your shirt Oh, oh, Larraine Your daddy loved you wrong, while he pointed his gun Your mother turned her face, being princess of grace Oh, oh, Larraine They left you in the woods, to find your way back like a dog You cried in the dark, while they drank beers on the lawn Oh, oh, Larraine Oh, oh Larraine The nightmares wouldn't stop, so you drank them to a haze But when you cut the line, they put you away You had a little girl, who writes songs about your pain An episode of grace, now she's living in LA Oh, oh, LA Oh, oh, LA Most of them I never knew, but that is just as well Even as I cry for you, I know they're all in hell. Oh, Larraine Don't you know it was all for you, Larraine Everything I did was for you, Larraine Cause what they did to you, they did to me