Jewels and Bullets

Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind
And the jewels on your apron could use some calamine
All the girls and pit-faced boys all hunch and join the line

The old shoe that they lived in
And the towel they dried in
And there's a drink you can drown in
So choose a blanket to die in

Spill a drink on his front and sauce on the plans for a mall and high-rise
'Cause there's only so much of string that patrons can pull and unwind

You're the shoe that they lived in
And you're the towel that they dried in
There's a drink you can drown in
You got the blanket you'll die in

Choke on the towel you can die in