Ethel Cain - Wrestling In Dirt Pits lyrics

Son of a preacher scared of the world
Guarding his heart like a fed
Sawn off pump-action backwater girl
Everything here wants us dead

My mama’s always been good at making me cry
Til I’m holding that gun to my head
America’s sweetheart
Starved straight to death
And some say they’re still peeling
Her out of that bed, bless her heart

I keep praying you’ll save me
All alone in this house
Fucking my guts like he hates me
Spitting his love in my mouth
I feel so goddamn crazy
I think the heat’s getting to me again
But my son of a preacher, sinful as ever
Lies like he does and I’m still all over him

Neighbor’s daughter’s been missing
For four or five days
Who keeps track anymore (I do, I do)
Well they found her this morning
Hauled out the water
Looking worse than before

Stood over her casket thinking you’re next
But America beat you in line
Scared you’ll end up like your daddy
High strung, from his neck
Begging his reflection for more time
More time

I keep praying you’ll save me
All alone in this house
Fucking my guts like he hates me
Spitting his love in my mouth
I get so goddamn angry
Unlike Tammy, I can’t stand my man
But my son of a preacher, sinful as ever
Lies like he does and I’m still all over him
(All over him)

I keep praying you’ll save me
(I keep praying) all alone in this house
(all alone, all alone)
Fucking my guts like he hates me
(Fucking my guts like he hates me)
Spitting his love in my mouth
I get so goddamn angry
Unlike Tammy, I can’t stand my man
But my son of a preacher, sinful as ever
Lies like he does and I’m still all over him
All over (I keep praying you’ll save me)
All over (I keep praying you’ll save me)
All over (I keep praying you’ll save me)