[Intro]
G G/F# Em x2
[Verse 1]
G G/F# Em
My little ones crawl up my back.
G G/F# Em
Stark white teeth, pink gums, I ain’t no alley cat,
Am C/B C
but I’ll still eat your trash,
Am
climb highway exits, eat beer cans for breakfast.
C/B C D
Every can I visit, I’ve got to admit that I might not make it back.
[Verse 2]
G G/F# Em
I'm not playin’ around.
G
The true black is coming.
G/F#
There’s no use in running
Em
from a sixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town.
Am C/B C
And I knew it from the start,
Am C/B C
in my little junkie heart,
Am N.C.
that I’m better off dead
Am C/B C
that a scoundrel in bed around noon.
Am
Pour one out for opossum, who lay out there, rotten.
C D C
Hope they scrape ‘er up pretty soon. Scrape ‘er up real’ soon.
[Outro]
G G/F# Em x4