Mack Murphy & The Inmates - Thumbing Rides | Текст песни

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• Mack Murphy & The Inmates
• Thumbing Rides

Oh, how I died the night I found my baby in her arms
Oh, how that made my heart sicken in my bosom
Since till death he was to be mine only, never to part

You may deem me romantic
Husbands after all desert their wives everyday
I’d rather die than having to live this way

Why couldn’t he just put a gun to my head
& paint the walls with my stupid brains
stick a 10-inch butcher knife in my round & smiling face?
That would have made perfect sense
Oh what is it that keeps me alive?
Whether upheld by strength, by chance or fate, I want this to end
He should have send me to an early grave
For all this is useless, only senseless, all is worthless

Let me die just like the girl
Who was lost while thumbing rides
The van’s radio drowning out her screams
As she was led to a shallow grave

Who was blessed by the blows
Some good son rained upon her head
Who never punshed the clock that day

I would have swallowed my pride
Swallowed up in misery as I am now
Go ahead, this world has got nothing left I could hope for
I’d rather eat any dried dog turd
Feeling with my tongue for stray bits of bone
Than having to live this cruel life alone

For I do know he cherishes dark fantasies of rape & murder
Let me be smashed repeatedly against my skull till it is torn open

Go ahead, saying: I don’t want the whole world, just your part of it
Saying: Are there things on your chest you need to confess?
My panties, bra & slip thrown out with the garbage
Along with me Go on & rip my clothing
Pull my pants down around my ankles
Ravage me till my screams & death rattle
Fade to white noise

Come on, come on, come on
I’m thumbing rides
For all this is useless, all is senseless, only worthless