Wrestling In Dirt Pits Ethel Cain

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[Verse 1]
Son of a preacher
Scared of the world
Guarding his heart like a fed
Sawn off pump-action
Backwater girl
Everything here wants us dead

[Pre-Chorus]
My mama's always been good at making me cry
'Til I'm holding that gun to my head
America's sweetheart, starved straight to death
And some say they're still peeling her out of that bed, bless her heart

[Chorus]
I keep praying you'll save me
All alone in this house
Fucking my guts like he hates me
Spitting his love in my mouth
I feel so goddamn crazy
I think the heat's getting to me again
But my son of a preacher, sinful as ever
Lies like he does and I'm still all over him

[Verse 2]
Neighbor's daughter's been missing
For four or five days
Who keeps track anymore?
(I do, I do)
Well, they found her this morning
Hauled out the water
Looking worse than before

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