DRUNK IN A MORGUE

Camouflaged
It caused me a back massage and a bit of self-sabotage
And I’m sorry for the noise
It’s my boys in the back
They can’t figure out which midi drum patch works best with my voice
They don’t write in the name of the Lord
They write cause they’re too fucking bored
Oh Landon, I fuck with that chord
It reminds me of a dream where I drank three Coors with my mama in the morgue
She told me that she loved me
She told me that she’d hurt me if she wasn’t stuck in a drawer
If she wasn’t drunk in a morgue
And she’s glad that I found me some new friends cause my old friends that she resents
Well she kicked it ‘fore we made amends
And I didn’t mean for this song to be a sad story about my mom
Well I’m pretty fucking strong now
The days are growing long now
I miss you and I love you very much, mom