Twinkle Twinkle

Way back in the good old days Things weren't really all that good We grew up with the TV on We learned how from Hollywood We learned how from Hollywood Riding with my headphones on In the back of my mama's car Winding down that dirty road Town was close but it felt far Town was close but it felt far Drive in movies, Coca-Cola Sweet sixteen, that kiss of death Don't you cry when you should laugh, babe I smell liquor on your breath I smell liquor on your breath If it don't break you, it might just make you rich You might not get there, and on the way it's a bitch Gettin' by, gettin' high Feeling like a low life bum Racked up debt, couldn't pay the rent Pissin off 'til kingdom come Pissin off 'til kingdom come Mother Mary, geez Louise I was havin a ball until I threw it too far Playin' dives, tryin' to stay alive Twinkle, twinkle, little star Twinkle, twinkle, little star If it don't break you, it might just make you rich You might not get there, and on the way it's a bitch It's a bitch But then I won the lottery I struck gold and they picked me Winner, winner, chicken dinner Hello mama look at me Hello mama look at me Oh everything's turned inside out They wanna put me on a big TV Everybody wants to know How I feel and what I think How I feel and what I think If it don't break you, it might just make you rich You might not get there, and on the way it's a bitch Don't you know it's a bitch? It's a bitch