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Your Little Hoodrat Friend
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeks
The Weeks
Performer
Cain Barnes
Cain Barnes
Lead Vocals
Damien Bone
Damien Bone
Bass Guitar
Cyle Barnes
Cyle Barnes
Drums
Samuel David Williams
Samuel David Williams
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Finn
Craig Finn
Songwriter
Tad Kubler
Tad Kubler
Songwriter

Lyrics

Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick But after I get sick I just get sad 'Cause it burns being broke, hurts to be heartbroken And always being both must be a drag She's been calling me again She's been calling me again Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings She says it hurts, but it's worth it Tiny little text etched into her neck She said, "Jesus lived and died for all your sins" She's got blue-black ink and it's scratched into her lower back Says, "Damn right, I'll rise again" Yeah, damn right, she'll rise again Damn right, she'll rise again Oh, I was dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park And I got plastered Been searching hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I've been plowed I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I've been with your little hoodrat friend? Your little hoodrat friend got me high though When I was seventeen and stranded up in Osseo Said, "It's funny how true love gets troubled by still waters That washed up in the Mississippi River" Her Claddagh ring was pointed at the people She said, "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams" Said, "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you I'm kinda saving myself for the scene" I was dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park And I got plastered Been searching hard and searching in a dirty storefront church And I got plowed But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I've been with your little hoodrat friend? She said city center used to be the center of our scene Now city center's over, no one really goes there Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop, there was just too many kids I was jumped from behind, I got jumped from behind I got punctured I got stopped by the cops and they found it in my sock And I got probed I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend What makes you think I've been with your little hoodrat friend?
Writer(s): Tad Jason Kubler, Craig Finn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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