Momma's in the junkhouse working for her backseat poppy
(Her backseat poppy, her backseat poppy)
Momma's in the graveyard, she's pushing daisies (she's pushing daisies)
Sister's in the madhouse dreaming of her junkyard mommy (her junkyard mommy)
Baby's in the playhouse waiting for her deadbeat daddy
(Her deadbeat daddy, her deadbeat daddy)
Mamma's in her backyard-drifting
Dropping all her dimes and nickels
Waiting for her backseat poppy
Fucking door bell never ringing
Now that cranky rooster calling
In the early crack of dawning
Going looney tooney yawny
Dreaming of her backseat poppy
Poppy promised he would call her
Poppy said he would do better
Left her fiending lonely dreaming
With a baby crying screaming
Poppy dumped her poppy dropped her
Poppy knocked her up and locked her
Left her in that junkyard dying
With a baby screaming crying
Momma's in the junkhouse working for her backseat poppy
(Her backseat poppy, her backseat poppy)
Momma's in the graveyard, she's pushing daisies (she's pushing daisies)
Sister's in the madhouse dreaming of her junkyard mommy (her junkyard mommy)
Baby's in the playhouse waiting for her deadbeat daddy
(Her deadbeat daddy, her deadbeat daddy)
Momma's in the junkhouse working for her backseat poppy
(Her backseat poppy, her backseat poppy)
Momma's in the graveyard, she's pushing daisies (she's pushing daisies)
Sister's in the madhouse dreaming of her junkyard mommy (her junkyard mommy)
Baby's in the playhouse waiting for her deadbeat daddy
(Her deadbeat daddy, her deadbeat daddy)
Sissy's in the henhouse thinking of her junky mommy
Lost her head crossed the bridge
Never coming back again
Fucking cracking up her business
She took too much fucking acid
Now she's counting feathers falling
In the graveyard poppy's calling
He got dead
Lost her head
She got kids but never wed
He went south
Dirty mouth
Nothing left but broken house
He got dead
Lost her head
She got kids but never wed
He went south
Dirty mouth
Nothing left but broken house
Momma's in the junkhouse working for her backseat poppy
(Her backseat poppy, her backseat poppy)
Momma's in the graveyard, she's pushing daisies (she's pushing daisies)
Sister's in the madhouse dreaming of her junkyard mommy (her junkyard mommy)
Baby's in the playhouse waiting for her deadbeat daddy
(Her deadbeat daddy, her deadbeat daddy)
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