Lyrics Tales Facing Up - Drive-By Truckers

Tales Facing Up

Me and my brother’s old lady went out and got stinking,
she solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
and banging the babysitter every time she turned her back.
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We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.
Every so often she’d lapse into narcotic rambling.
Moon and mascara.
I’ve always been a holy terror.
Temptations lurking every where.
If your mind’s in the gutter, Beware!
You’ll find me there.
Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.
She said it should have been me but I’m still around and I been so wild,
I’m surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have
settled down.
My eyes were puffy and she asked if I’d been crying.
I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding.
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry.
Beer and tequila.
I’ve always been a thrill seeker.
But thrills are a dime a dozen these days.
And I found a dime in the gutter today.
Tails facing up.
Still fucking up.
Still fucking up.
A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.