Lyrics

Her father was a sheriff, who didn’t seem to care if
Things got out of hand on Friday night
He’d say, “Watch the noise, don’t want no trouble boys.”
As long as everyone involved was white

She’d kept to herself since May the 12th, all the way to August 13th
She told her family she was cold, that’s why she slept fully clothed
And never came downstairs to eat

She told me that Jesus won’t come again
Anyway, he’s not as good a friend as heroin

Her mama was a baker, who always had to fake her
Good times with the man in her bed
She’d close her eyes and dream of her all-time double team of
Pam Anderson and Johnny Depp

As for her daughter, she’d always taught her
That sex before marriage was bad
Never mind her contortions to excuse the abortion
That no one but she knew she’d had

And she knew that Jesus won’t come again
So she cried and hid her sin, with Vicodin

At the house at 61 Oak, before anyone else awoke
She hugged her knees and rocked on the floor
She could see the world burn and with nowhere to turn
Like the raven said, “Fuck this, nevermore.”

She knew that Jesus wouldn’t come again
She’d known that since she was ten, and here it was the end.

Sam Arintok- drums, harmony vocals
Jen Martell- harmony vocals
Nicholas Petti- vocals, guitar
John Taylor- guitar
Peter Temple- bass, engineering
Nick Rodseth- piano
Produced by Latchkey