Hooverville

Hooverville Hooverville Skrt 'round the curb in a Coupe de Ville Do anything for a dollar bill Hooverville Hooverville Coke white nails Watch her do that there Yellow jean hat with a two-tone bill Hooverville Hooverville In the slums is where he smoke green crumbs She need a new man He a no-job bum Hooverville Hooverville No love, she only f*ck him for fun Hit the next town when she on the run The open road is her only home The Holy Ghost has left her soul alone Payday loans and motel lows Pushing payments back She want her baby back But she knows The open road's only for one soul She told me Lover's mark on a liar's grave Preacher tell me who will be saved Pockets empty Lord unrelenting Yet still no one has paved her way Morning after, he saw her face In a cloud of smoke In a wash of grey The whole town sleeps Still he's awake Convinced only god has felt his pain Hooverville Hooverville Picture of him on her van's windshield Made him feel something surreal Hooverville Hooverville Off in the dark Shot to his heart Fallen shrill as he was killed