Letra West memphis Yebba

West memphis

God is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good
When I'm fucking of being polite and overall misunderstood
So I snuck on out into the stream, cigarette between my teeth
Thought I heard the front door creek, it was just my neighboor with her cup of tea

She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?"
Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels
Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
Aimed at just how just shitty those snick?rs feel

'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't th? bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
I ain't got a horse out in the race
But we're foes from that place
'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth
That country ain't accustomed

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Battle ship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more?
Formula from the corner store, I had no idea they'd grew up poor
It was TV in and praise the Lord, then power was on out by four
Granny said to trust the Lord, you'll hear the second settle every scory

What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?
Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels
But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
It ain't that just how them city slickers deal

'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
I ain't got a horse out in the race
But we're foes from that place
'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth
That country ain't accustomed

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

They'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down
And play their good old gooddamn games until the gospel comes around

'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
It ain't the trip on out to Mars
It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
You can wear the hats and hit the gas
And wonder where you'll end up next
You're a lucky one, the truth will follow you
That country ain't accustomed

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Don't you let them dress you
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm
The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
As long as this goes
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
No one knows the cost
Cost