southern gothic
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All of my heroes were housewives
Smoke a cigarette and pour me some wine
Pop me a pill and I'll start to unwind
My momma always did say those bradford pears,
Smelled like the dead,
Somethin’ ‘bout a southern curse.
Ain’t nothin’ lonelier bein’ inside these pine walls,
I saw you coming a mile away,
Wasn't sure what you'd want or what you'd say,
But I'm certain you're a strange one for sure.
For this town is one of quiet,
We aren't ones for business or lyin',
A ghost’s outside the train depot—
The one that is a rest’raunt now.
A mangled man in overalls,
Who waves a lantern light about.
He wanders ’cross the railroad tracks,
To save you from the coming train—
