Pay Me Back - Rare Americans

Mama don’t want me five years old

Mama don’t want him five years old

And I was the one who offered him a home

I didn’t know then, I didn’t know at all

Didn’t have a son, after all

I had a hand-biting sinner at our family dinner

He tricked me out of my precious family home

You won it all, boy

You got a street named after you

You blew your brains out and never said a single word that was true

You won the lotto, kid

You had it all

Swear you won the lotto

You had it all

You fucking idiot

You fucking gambler

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot

You fucking coward

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground

You tiny little man I’ve drawn the line down in the sand

You with your crossed fingers

Swear to God and shake my hand

The world is mostly good

People hope and pray

Sometimes it just takes a while for it to look that way

Pay me back, pay me back, pay me back

You can’t-

Pay me back, pay me back, pay me back

You can’t-

You fucking idiot

You fucking gambler

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot

You fucking coward

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot

You fucking gambler

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot

You fucking coward

You’ll burn yourself right to the ground