Bury my head in the lone prarie
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I think there's something dark in his eyes
And I don't like what he's saying 'bout mine
Mother's not home, daddy's not here
Just a balsa wood ceiling and an ice cold beer
This old girl don't care where we go
In the back of the van at the punk rock show
Someone said to me the other day
Something about her daughter was late
Remember when etiquette's in doubt
Tip your high school sweet heart on your way out
Bury my mind in chemistry
Someone's in the mirror and he's looking at me
I don't think I like what I see
And I don't think he cares for me
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