Bc - Liz Durrett
Gainesville is ugly the landscape is grim
Everything I say won't leave my mouth
Everything I say comes crawling out
He takes the back road the natives are thick
Everything I do sits on my lap
Every time I move I fall right back
Jesus is coming and I'm under wraps
Martyr for dinner but I want a snack
Everything I need is on my plate
Everything I want is getting strange