Punk Rock Country Song
(note: You can put bad things that happen into your own punk rock songs, and even if the song is bad, well, it was meant to be bad. Cause what all happened was. And this ain't even the half of it.)
Our country place burned down
even the big red barn, somebody
wanted our land there and we couldn't and wouldn't sell
Mama's wedding gown gone, pictures
of her and Daddy gone up in blazes and smoke
her farm house home place
everything must pass,
all things must pass away
nothing and no-one is going to stay
the Law threw me in jail for one night,
three weeks after Mama died
I was innocent and put up a fight--
finally found innocent of a falsely accused DUI
but it dragged on for years, made me
scream and cry
long-lost son turned up
being a hellion wild child
boy it burns me up
a working class hero who
doesn't want to work
makes me furious to see him scowl, hiss and snarl
and shirk
and call me a whore
then I realized, he's only acting like me
if I let it all out,
cause he's such a part of me in a town and a world
without pity
life is not Disneyland, not a fairy tale
and maybe there's no Heaven either,
but there certainly is a Hell
--Susy 2015