Strife

Sheila, she's a dealer Dropped off in a blue three wheeler Shaves her leg With a tater peeler Sheila had a dealer Hard life, born in a puddle Wrong game led her into trouble Now she's locked in a cage She's lower than rage Down from a high phase Billy, Billy's uncle Went away, got lost in the jungle All he can say We may find him some day We may meet him some day In a tribe, on a keyring Shrunk his head them shrinkers feed They suck on his bones They won't leave him alone Billy's uncle's alone Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife In a strife In a stri-ife Strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife From the park, to the station Young boy lets out his frustration With a pen, again and again It's in marker pen It says, was 'ere 95, 96, 7, 8, 99 Now he's doin' some time He's doin' some time Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife Now no one knows any better Yeah yeah yeah You wrote the words in the letter Now no one knows any better Yeah yeah yeah I wrote the words in the letter Henry, sells junk Candles, Lampshades to air rifles But he don't know, where they will all go The antiques roadshow, maybe Someday, tranna make some money Mr. Monaco thought Henry was funny Henry don't lie So he shoots him in the eye There are bullets in your eyes Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a stri-i-i-ife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife Caught in a strife In a strife In a stri-ife Strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife