Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a stable for two We had matching scars and matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket You said you needed space and damnit I bought it 'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh) Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocrite

You feel frozen But you've been chosen You lay there drunken Your dreams seem sunken Your world's a small one And you break the rules You're one big fish In a bowl of fools Tired of serving up your town Tired of wearing that crown Tired of sliding up and down Tired of being you Your work's no future Your girl don't suit you Your bar won't serve you You have no nerve to Make a break From this sad old school Across the lake Lies a place that's cool Run, you got a place to go Run, you got a boat to row Run, you got a face to show Run while you can The high street's sleeping As Friday's creeping The shops are open But their minds are closed How's it going? But it's not their concern They're talking stuff about you That you never learn Smile, you're on your own Smile, 'cause you've outgrown Smile, you lost your home Smile to yourself

Red Any time I go out wearing red I end up doing something I regret But damn, I look good in this dress I feel like fire and ice I pour another double on ice Anything I like, I do it twice Just to make sure I got it right And that's why I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't So, I take it to another shelf And I drink, then I smoke And I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating myself Home I should find a way of getting home But home is where the heart is and it's broke And I'll be too by the time I get over you I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't So, I take it to another shelf And I drink, then I smoke And I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating myself (Ooh, my-myself, ooh, my-myself) Oh, myself (ooh, my-myself, myself, myself) Ooh, I'll stop at a Circle K For cigarettes and a full circle I sit down with Jack in the kitchen 'Cause I'm consistent, yeah Ooh, I'm consistent Ooh, like a record skipping, skipping, skipping I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating I drink, then I smoke Then I call and I hope You'll pick up, but you don't I have a history of repeating my- Repeating my- Repeating myself

Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a stable for two We had matching scars and matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket You said you needed space and damnit I bought it 'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh) Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocrite

Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes, and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama 'bout to catch him with a whore Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) I knew she shouldn't let that bitch watch her baby I used to work with her at the Krystal She always got them good shifts just 'cause she had good tits And cut her shirts off at the middle Brenda, put your bra on, it's just gettin' good Shit's goin' down in the trailer-hood Pants 'round his ankles, still sportin' wood Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Well, did you hear that? There went the good dishes I hope they don't knock out the cable Ol' Suntan City won't look quite as pretty When Gina puts that ass through a table Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama, put that whore on the floor Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Put it on Put it on, shit Brenda, put your bra on, here comes channel four We ain't never been on the TV before Grab the marijuana, stick it down your drawers Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on