Trailer Trash
Guitar Pro Tab | v5.00
| Posted on Feb. 22, 2012, 5:42 p.m.
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Guitar Pro Tab Summary
Album
Lonesome Crowded West
Song Author
Isaac Brock
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Lyrics
Eat-ing snow-flakes with plas-tic fo-orks, and a pa-per plate, of course; you think of e-very-thing. Shor-tened love with a long di-vo-orce, and a cou-ple of kids, of course they don't mean a-ny-thing. Live in trai-lers with no class; god damn I hope I can pass high-school means no-thing. Ta-king heart-ache with hard work, god-damn I am such a jerk. I can't do a-ny-thing. And I shout that you're all fake. And you shoul-da seen the look on your face. And I guess that's what it takes when com-par-ing your bel-ly aches. And it's been a long time which a-grees with this watch of mi-ine. And I know that I miss you, and I'm sor-ry if I dissed you. Eat-ing snow-flakes with plas-tic fo-orks, and a pa-per plate, of course; you think of e-very-thing. Shor-tened love with a long di-vo-orce, and a cou-ple of kids, of course they don't mean a-ny-thing. Live in trai-lers with no class; god damn I hope I can pass high-school means no-thing. Ta-king heart-ache with hard work, god-damn I am such a jerk. I can't do a-ny-thing. And I shout that you're all fake. And you shoul-da seen the look on your face. And I guess that's what it takes when com-par-ing your bel-ly aches. And it's been a long time which a-grees with this watch of mi-ine. And I know that I miss you, and I'm sor-ry if I dissed you.
