Mud Haus from Subcultural Appropriation by The Oldest Man I Know

Sugar cube in all of our mouths, she's leaning her head against me again.
It's obvious with what I know now, but at the time I didn't know that she loved me.

Show me how you like to have fun. I'm feeling brave let's find the meaning of the words "too much". I ain't seen it like this before. I'm learning lessons by the fistful.

I wish I could go back, even though this place was for sure good for no one. Still better than the places we were coming from.

Ass cheeks sat in paint, pressed up against kitchen cupboards for the decoration.
Blood flows out nose down on the throat she's got them pinned to the floor by.

Ceramic pot to the skull, now his head is bleeding.
There's someone on the rooftop and now they are screaming.
I want to tell her the truth, but she's always sleeping.
I hope she's proud of me that my heart is still beating.

Em, G, D, C // Em, D, Em, G

• Folk
• blues
• clawhammer banjo
• flail
• old time
• traditional
• Victoria