Milltown

back in the rotten years, you cotton-ears
when the wind toppled the thin trailer walls
your daddy wasn't there to put em back up
(and) now your daddy ain't around to pick you up

now your momma turns tricks in the city of industry
and everything's the same as it was before
cause we're rollin on down to the city of industry
and it's all your fault all the blame is yours

Once upon a time you were a kid too
Dr. Pepper was your food and TV your guide
As the elders cook tweek in the backyard shed
they'll burn the fuckin place down and leave you for dead

now your momma turns tricks in the city of industry
and everything's the same as it was before
cause we're rollin on down to the city of industry
and it's all your fault all the blame is yours

You're never getting out of Milltown baby,
you'll be a lint head til you're dead
you'll never get a job and never get laid
never get a life and never get made

now your momma turns tricks in the city of industry
and everyone says there ain't nothing more
and we're gonna go see her in the city of industry
and it's all your fault all the blame is yours