Prairie Boy

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