Turbonegro - Mobile Home lyrics
[Turbonegro - Mobile Home lyrics]
On my eighteenth birthday
My daddy gave me a gun
And I am what you'd call a real good sport
And I was born and raised in a trailer court
Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home
My neighborhood's got the distinction
Of being all the same
There are rows and rows
Of divorcees in a metal frame
My life goes on it's my last resort
And I'm gonna die in a trailer court
Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home
OH, NO
Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home
Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox
Your living or dead your stuck in a box
Your life goes on it's your last resort
On a dead end road in a trailer court
Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home