Brenda and Diane
In a car full of cash, credit cards, and
That reckless abandon
That comes with a win
"Put it all on three"
Shaking hands, some dice and a drink
Yeah, this place fucking stinks
At least you don't have to think
I was playing my songs
I've had some ups and downs
I've played to no one at all
Except Brenda and Diane
A couple drinks in their hand
They said, "son, do you know?"
"We've been running for years"
"'Til we run out of dough"
And they stumbled a bit
And asked me to sit
I laughed and said, "fine"
Diane said, "shut the fuck up"
"You think you're being so kind"
"To a couple old ladies"
"Who ain't worth your time"
She said, "you can't imagine"
"What we're running from"
"Yeah your life's on the line, kid"
"Yeah, your life is a gift"
"And you act like it's a joke"
As I was driving home
I reached into my pocket
And I pulled out a note
And it just flew out the window
And I just kept driving home
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