4 acessos
Who needs this life?
So you found out what's behind that maybe
'Bout him and your old lady
So you put her down to sleep
In the back of her old Chevy pickup
Bloodstains and runny makeup
All wrapped up in a sheet
Well, you drink a beer and grab a shove
Oh, and try to find your keys
Oh, and you make a trip in brooding silence
From Garland to Mesquite
Try to make yourself forget the things that you had shared before it all got ugly
Before she started spreading her legs for another man
Drinking whiskey in your trailer, blue eyes are getting paler
A bottle bandage, a half, a sandwich and then
It's time to drink a beer and grab a shove
Oh, and try to find your keys
Oh, and you make a trip in brooding silence
From Garland to Mesquite
Well, it's a simple thing
And no, it doesn't matter, matter
A bullet in his brain
And you can watch it splatter, splatter
Oh, you think it's over but in truth it's just about to start
It's not the brain, it's a matter of the heart
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, and when you see it splatter
You'll find it doesn't matter
You close your eyes, you hold your breath
And in the end it doesn't really matter, matter, matter, matter