Anaconda

On a long flat highway in a hail-damaged Chevrolet
A young woman dreams about her escape
From a way of life to which she cannot relate
Poor and thin, her options are very slim
Discouraged and abused, by all of her kin
Where to begin

This world looks like it’s built for just one kind
And everybody else is gonna have to sit at the side
Where they’ll never ever be allowed to drive
But that’s a lie, so they can keep all the piе, all the time

So this woman feels like shе’s all alone
And the house and the town have never felt like home
And the message at her school is designed to keep her down
Ah, calm down, and sit back down
Why don't you follow our crowd, and whoever else is around

This world looks like it’s built for just one kind
And everybody else is gonna have to sit at the side
Where they’ll never ever be allowed to drive
Nah, that’s a lie, so they can keep all the pie, all the time

Well, I live in a shipping crate over near the docks
And build my furniture out of pallets and rocks
There ain't no one’s gonna tell me how I live is wrong
Where I feel welcome, that's where I’ll call my home
Don’t you judge nobody taken a path that's not your own
Let ‘em alone

This world looks like it’s built for just one kind
And everybody else is gonna have to sit at the side
Where they’ll never ever ever be allowed to drive
But that’s a lie, so they can keep all the pie, all the time