Blue Trash

Cry baby cry, crying all about Thinkin' 'bout missin' that banjo sound Finger pickin' good and greasy bound So you run, all the way back to momma To grab your gun You keep playing in your mind That mando's playing time, after time Those backchop beats are feelin' just fine Take it away, foot stomps and gravy trains Where is the heart? Sun down day turns to night Angel's singing, it sound just right Demon's playing, there ain't no fight You pray This music will go away You pure old heart I'm feelin' salty but I'm drinking sprite That tangy banjo's sounding So dang bright Heavy hearts to an empty stage right You say There is no bass today Low day don't feel so right Sun down day turns to night Angel's singing, it sound just right Demon's playing, there ain't no fight You pray This music will go away You pure old heart Blue trash don't touch my art We want it back to how it was at the start Dead on the tracks why did we depart You done? 'Cause you cannot take away What's in our hearts today What's in our hearts Sun down day turns to night Angel's singing, it sound just right Demon's playing, there ain't no fight You pray This music will go away You pure old heart Blue trash won't call it art They want it back to how it was at the start Dead on the track Why did we depart Well you done? 'Cause you cannot take away What's in our hearts today What's in our hearts this way What's in our hearts