Barbara Ann

Well, it bleeds like steak but it isn't steak I'm dying for a taste of the genuine fake There ain't nothing you can't shape From corn and soybeans Blue-eyed Jesus, billboard babies Picking away at a long dead barn finch Bones hollow like heritage It's a feeling you can't shake In a world so mean and Mangled up with memory How did it go, the one you liked? Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar- Bar-bar-barbara Ann Don't fuck around With a Louisville Slugger Under your side of the bed No one's gonna hurt you now No one's gonna hurt you With cherries dropping like Baby teeth you dropped Baby fat, you start making babies Dark as death and twice as funny Spitting stones at far off lightning It strikes like God and it burns like meat Like the current in the fence in the singular heat It's the palm on the line you laid this morning The life you chose that sent you reeling How did it go? How was it? Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-barbara Ann Ba-ba-baba-, Ba-ba-ba-bar- Bar-bar-barbara Ann Don't fuck around With a Louisville Slugger Under your side of the bed No one's gonna hurt you now No one's gonna hurt you now No one's gonna hurt you now