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Child Bride

You were my best friend

‘Til your dad slapped the living shit out of you

In front of me

And I could see

You leave your body

And I knew we were through

Well you let me keep your Dreamcast

When she picked up and moved you south

You didn’t say

And I went one day to call on you

And found an empty house

Skeletor of the liquor store

The bitch took you away

Some years later I played in Orlando

You came out and your hair was box dye black

You told me all about your new girlfriend

How she turned you on to crack

I said, «Man, I can’t

My heart would

My heart would explode»

Slow the years down

Lose your twenties

Loaded all the time