Prairie boy Come down from the oil sands He made my baby cry
The terrible noise Of boys kicking doors down Well it made my baby cry And it sounded like a helicopter When you cut up your cocaine And your voice cut through the floral paper wall Like a bat coming from a cave
Anger is the birth child Of loneliness and shame And it made my baby cry
The bad places the mind can go Well it made my baby cry And all we can do is go back and face the highways Knowing that made my baby cry
The way he stood in the doorway Of the shit hotel That made my baby cry And then the way we both knew That I was helpless helpless helpless Well that made my baby cry
You were just being yourself You were just being yourself Said \"you were just being yourself\" You were just being yourself
The only weapon in the room Was the shower curtain rod You were just being yourself
Prairie boy Come down from the oil sands And he made my baby cry