Lyrics

Momma spends her days crying alone in a mobile home
Watering her plants in the blistering desert sun
Well it’s a lost cause trying to keep them alive, keep it all together
Like birds trying to fly with broken feathers

Oh one night you’ll seek redemption
From the richly confines of your solitude
Oh one day you’ll understand
When I’m gone, When I’m dead

Nicotine room in the Cursed Valley
The angry television still blasts divisive news
But the white noise of slot machines keep the yearning down
Like sabotage fate from an eager juror