Dust Bowl Lyrics

Pretty boy
Natural blood-stained blond
With the holes in his sneakers
And his eyes all over me

Drive-in slasher flick again
Feeling me up as a porn star dies
He′s watching me instead
Eighth grade death pact strike me dead

All of Alabama
Laid out in front of your eyes
But all you could see was me

You walked in, you were singing
You tried to wade in 'cause you wanted
Just to tell me who you were
You were kind
Dyin′ to tell me
You'll wait if I have to make sure

Pretty boy
Scared of the rain, by God
Tend to the row of your violets
With your eyes all over me

Watching, hoping
The wind blows slowly
So I can keep you a moment

Grew up hard, fell off harder
Cooking our brains, smoking that shit
Your daddy smoked in Vietnam

You'd be a writer
If he didn′t leave all his hell for you
Saying if you could, you′d leave it all

I knew it was love
When I rode home crying
Thinking of you fucking other girls
But when you
Said that you're in love
I never wondered if you′re sure

Pretty boy
Consumed by death
With the holes in his sneakers
And his eyes all over me

Over me, over me
Over me, over me
Over me, over me
Over me, over
Over