Larraine

It could have been a patch

Some say that it was cursed

You spent your whole life

Trying to wash away the dirt

They said that you were nothing

With the hands under your skirt

So you taught yourself a way

With a rag under your shirt

Oh Larraine

Your daddy loved you wrong

While you planted his gun

Your mother turned her face

Being princess of grace

Oh Larraine

They left you in the woods

To find your way back like a dog

You cried in the dark

While they drank beers on the lawn

Oh Larraine

The nightmares wouldn't stop

So you drink them to a haze

But when you cut the lines

They put you away

You had a little girl

Who had songs about your pain

An episode of grace

Now she's living in L.A.

Oh Larraine

Oh Larraine

Most of them I never knew

But that is just as well

Even as I cry for you

I know they're all in hell

Oh Larraine

Don't you know it was all for you, Larraine

Everything I did was for you, Larraine

‘Cause what they did to you they did to me