ah, fuck it, yo! I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck Gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres On some holiday in Cambodia with motor-home appraisers Pagans fade into the Kodachrome - now, later With a lid to brow staple Revisit the cobra loading zone Molar foaming, but he hold his own wound Cauterized, by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip "Be all you can be" just never soothed us (Nope!) You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush Holler scum's lullaby Live from the ultra-fly, sham city bunker Where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly Hush little baby, timeout! The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick But learn to peck your eyes out Of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths Pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape Solder the piston to pump - out a veteran amplifier And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire Flush the moppet hootenanny Who could fancy, honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy? Trooper, scoop the food in pantry Ante up, stupid! May delusion feed em foofi candy And pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping Pocket all you can now Block' will lead the lambs down To the cold cutlery outfit, slaughter beef and cow tip Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus And pry this monkey off the Scoliosis like By finding herself in the same situation that her mother was in, it completes (and, unfortunately, starts over) the cycle."Checkmate, sucka, not a move, game's over!" Who's that walking with a hole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? I tell 'em. She tried to escape from poverty by running away, and now she's considering that move again, because there's nothing else she can do except give up. It's all about the cyclical nature of poverty. I think this interpretation better supports the overall theme of the song. Her other option is to put up with the alcoholism, poverty, and (probably) abuse that she tried to escape at the beginning of the song. She can take the fast car and try to start over, realizing that she'll have to put her children in the same situation that she's resented her mother for leaving her in. I think the narrator is talking to herself. ![]() ![]() I don't think it makes sense for her to tell her partner, "You've gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way." That would basically be telling them, "You can either leave or stay and don't change and I won't do anything either way." I've always taken the last stanza more negatively than you.
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