Bryce, the Skunkman and You

"Misery loves country, so I'd prefer to be a ghost" said Bryce, the Skunkman and you
Are you satisfied just being a silly working girl
You know you could always join me, become a pirate
She said, 'But do you really love me or are you simply trying to snake me?"
I said, "Hey babe, eat this and be quiet"
She asked, "were you nursed on your mother's milk, or did you simply suck the filth?”
I said, "Hey Babe, don't knock it till you try it"

"Misery loves country, so I'd prefer to be a ghost" said Bryce, the Skunkman and you
She said, "I have a self inflicted wound that slightly resembles a crescent moon. I wear it on my left wrist by my locket"
Well its a shame about your arm, what happen did your daddy lose the farm?
She said, "No but my Rolex I had to hock it"
Well I have some scars of my own but I think I'll wait till we're alone, for now modesty requires I change the topic

I'm a broken man on the north rim
Peering into the setting sun
I'm a broken man on the north rim
With me and my friends who grow on dung

Words and Music by David L. Orr ©1994

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