Prairie boy
Come down from the oil sands
He made my baby cry
The terrible noise
Of boys kicking doors down
Well, it made my baby cry
And it sounded like a helicopter
When you cut up your cocaine
And your voice cut through the floral paper wall
Like a bat coming from a cave
Anger is the birth child
Of loneliness and shame
And it made my baby cry
The bad places the mind can go
Well, it made my baby cry
And all we can do is go back and face the highways
Knowing that made my baby cry
The way you stood in the doorway
Of that shithole motel
That made my baby cry
And then the way we both knew
That I was helpless, helpless, helpless
Well, that made my baby cry
You were just being yourself
You were just being yourself
Said "you were just being yourself"
You were just being yourself
The only weapon in the room
Was the shower curtain rod
You were just being yourself
Prairie boy
Come down from the oil sands
And he made my baby cry
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
