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ArtWork By  Mark Betcher

Y Y Baby
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Atom Bomb End Of The World Painting

Y Y Baby

I walk down to her rented room door
I knocked down. Her rented room door
I packed up my lovers heart and walked her out the door

Last night I threw her red dress on the motel room floor
Last night I threw that dress on that red motel room floor
I lost my mind. I can’t find you, can’t find you no more

Why Why Why... Why Baby... Why Why Why
Why Why Why... Why Baby... Why Why Why
Look at me now. Got my gun and am I on the run

Miles of desert.... surround me in this motel room
Miles of desert.... can’t burn me out of here too soon
Sweep out the blood with a worn out old broom

I gotta curse you in the morning and curse you late at night
Yeah... I gotta curse you all day and curse you all night
You made me drink from a bone dry well dug into hell
You made me drink from a bone dry well dug straight to hell

Now I hear the rattle of the snake done crawled away
Now I hear the rattle of the snake done crawled away
Crawled away with my beating heart you stole the other day
Crawled away with my beating heart you stole the other day