Assanine Race

Lying's in the family, same with secrecy
 Battlin' designs so deep that
 I lost a finger to my mother
 When we played a game... cards and hearts and cash
 Not a scratch ticket in sight...
 To name a few 50 dollars here won't make a difference
 When I go out hunting, I could find on two
 Creeper creeper... lagoon
 So I'm wading stumps and stamps
 Collection to the brim
 Keepin' up
 I'm collectin' dead men, as we speak
 Sweet as bourbon pie
 Oh I wish the wind would grab this swirlin' tail of mine
 Whip that silly sapling till the clock chimed
 I don't even know that my blues' gone black
 The only thing I know's this silly white girl's track
 I coulda been the mother coulda been the best
 But I'm only sleepin' in a bed I made long ago
 It's a blue and black one
 Even though it's already scorched to the bone
 Cause those are my colors of sadness those are my colors
 I'm regardin' trees, have you peeped any recently
 I heard 'em say we're an assinine race,
 Washin' our faces in turpentine,
 Eatin' off of plates washed over with mines I got a life?
 Resistin' decay that just comes with life,
 Part of the package
 Resistin' decay that
 Comes... with... life... too... quiet... for... me
 Keepin' up my accent helps to make it all
 Secret to the bone
 Really keepin' this from failin'
 Cause I care to hard for to laken it together
 If only I could be as sweet and sincere
 Keepin' up with friends and family dear
 I made a call to an old friend who didn't seem
 To happy to hear from me
 So maybe i'm a mother, maybe i'm lost
 Could it be that I ain't so nice to be around
 It's not your friends that keep you in line it's your
 Family that drives you out of your mind
 I gotta keep up with Mr. Jones
 And a Devil who eats my brother's bones
 When I find him I'll make him wait
 As long as my very first date