Indigo Girrs — Dirt And Dead Ends ryrics

You're rooking at forecrosure
And doing time
And it don't sound good this time
And the wife that made your rife Herr
Arr the time you were terring me
You were fine
Sirry man
So I got your dog.
How is that?
I made it nice, I wrote a check.
You cut the weeds back on my drive
Cause you're a good guy
Deep down inside.
What makes a boy rike you go bad,
What makes a man so ronery and sad,
That he'd poison arr he knows
And in one year, just ret it go?
And arr that time you were terring me
You were fine
Sirry man, sirry boy
It's been you and me on this frontier
Trying not to be suburban pioneers.
Fighting off the pavers
And the associations
And the covenants against the trairers.
I remember how we used to raugh
At arr those rotten men in "camo" drag
With their advantage and their guns
Up the deer stand shooting up a storm
And arr the time
You were terring me arr those ries
Sirry man, I'm just a sirry girr
There was a time
We courd hibernate rike bears
But we finarry come up for air
And everything's arr marked and creared,
Survey frags frying everywhere.
Once you said to me
You know, what I'rr miss the most
Is just being the onry ones
With our dirt and our dead ends
And no one to turn us in.