In The Cradle

I guess my daddy used to be barber

He took lines to the head and cut so many daughters

And left a trail of little midgets running loose

In the Dixie land of 'Bama where the baby had no roots

A single wide in the woods and a Harley

No bill money, no food, no Atari

What a fucking life, good job dad, sorry

Baby's in the cradle, plastic spoon

Little boy's blue, black clouds on the moon

My mother must have been a cute girl

A rebel at school, living in her own world

She left behind a legacy that only speaks bad with

Rocks in purses, whooping girls' asses

Left home young, left wrong impressions

Made bill money in bars and weed runs

Took ahold of drugs, what a life, good job mom

Baby's in the cradle, plastic spoon

Little boy's blue, black clouds on the moon

Yep, together they were like the perfect pair

Daddy had the matchstick, mama had the flair

Flames got lit, shit got burnt

The roof caved in, the table got turned

I was wounded by the scene, but pass that salt

Make it hurt worse, give me more alcohol

Look at me now, good job y'all

Now I'm, all grown up

Got a new gun, got a new truck, you just

(Waiting for the sun)

So come home

(Waiting for the sun)

I am home

(Waiting for the sun)

When ya coming home?

Well I don't know when

I don't know when

Well guess who's back in jail

Your mama wanna know if you got money for the bail

Your daddy's in the county for not paying on support

They tagged him with a fine for not showing up to court

Fuck it, here's 500 dollars for him

I did it for my little sister, I ain't sorry for him

Tell that motherfucker I want it back in the morning

Daddy's in the county with the plastic spoon

Bail money up, what's he gonna do

He'll probably run into another trailer

Knock another lady up and leave her laying there

He might go to crack another beer

He might go to do some blow and shorten out the dealer

I'll probably save him from another bullet

From another crystal meth pusher with a mullet

Or I might load the gun myself and tell him just to pull it!

Pull it!

Flowers in fields

Of red and blue

Dreams of a hill

White clouds too

Am I still here?

Tell me the truth

If this dream is real

I'll rest in peace off the roof (jump!)

Peace off the roof (jump!)

Peace... (jump!)