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Midway Maniac

Mud Mouth
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Step right up lil' redneck renegade welcome to the midway Moonshine medicine melanin-yellow in the Midstates Tilt-a-whirl twistin' every sinner get a ribcage Rattled by the rattle of the 808s and big bass Cotton-candy clouds in the neon fog Trailer-park gods playin' beer pong with Molotovs Laugh now cry later that's the billboard law When the lights cut out you'll remember what you saw Carnival carcass parked in a marsh in the dark where the copperheads crawl Carney with a scar and a flask full of harsh homemade bark at the law Tar on my boots from the yard where they charred old cars in the yard by the stalls Hard little kid with a heart full of sparks make art outta barbed-wire walls Star-spangled banner on a ragged-out flannel hangin' off the hammer on a rusty nail Musty ale funnel-cake dust in a gust of hail truck bed jump when the mufflers wail Junkyard Jesuses drunk off jealousy jealousy's a felony in hick-town hell Ticket to the freakshow keep yo' receipt you can't leave when they ring that bell Flame-throwin' juggler meth-lab musk Stepdad cussin' at the redhead mutt Deadpan clown with a headband buzzed Red can hush when the keg stand bust Ride wristband stickin' to my sweat-soaked arm Next broke farmhand flex gold charm Ex-girl text say Let's go dawg While her new man glare from the pet-show barn Popgun pellets in the chalkline ducks All-white Nikes in the off-brand mud Saw a tall blonde witch in a soft glam rug Turn a cross-hatched heart into raw-ham blood Carousel creakin' to a half-time beat Backseat preach in a blacked-out Jeep Carny with a carbine bark like a mastiff Laughin' in a mask like a bargain-bin demon at a bad thrift Step right up lil' redneck renegade welcome to the midway Moonshine medicine melanin-yellow in the Midstates Tilt-a-whirl twistin' every sinner get a ribcage Rattled by the rattle of the 808s and big bass Cotton-candy clouds in the neon fog Trailer-park gods playin' beer pong with Molotovs Laugh now cry later that's the billboard law When the lights cut out you'll remember what you saw Snapback snap-roll snap to attention Snap like a mousetrap crack in the engine Back of the house where the fat man's sweatin' Tat on his back say Bad intentions Funhouse mirror make my jawline bend Four-five versions of my off-brand twin One look sober one look sinned One look like I might never come back again Ferris wheel steel in a vertigo curve Every bolt squeal like it's learnin' new words Every girl scream in a thermal blur Every boy scheme on a bourbon slur (triplet run) Clickety-clack in the track when I kick it in a Tickin' little pattern I be flippin' like a Fidget in a mitten I'm a wicked little Cricket in the thicket hear the rippin' of the Ticket when I rip it then I stick it in the Side of my fitted I'm a misfit vivid Back to the midway midway mantra Mouth like a six-gun misfire stanza Panhandle prophet with a piss-poor plan Playin' pitchfork jazz on a kid's band sampler Fire-breather cough black tar in a laugh Half carnival staff on bars in the back Sharp little shard in the heart of the trash Glass on the grass sound harsh when it crack Side-show psycho ride-ride maestro Eyes like lights on a five-mile light pole Bible on the dash in a white Ford lipo'd Idol in the gas like a nitro cyclone Spiral in the sky when the tilt-a-whirl pivot Little girl giggle then she spill her spirits Fiddle in the distance a hillbilly lyric Middle of the mischief I kill every critic Step right up lil' redneck renegade welcome to the midway Moonshine medicine melanin-yellow in the Midstates Tilt-a-whirl twistin' every sinner get a ribcage Rattled by the rattle of the 808s and big bass Cotton-candy clouds in the neon fog Trailer-park gods playin' beer pong with Molotovs Laugh now cry later that's the billboard law When the lights cut out you'll remember what you saw Last call last ride last lost soul Last bright light on a backroad pole Laugh-track echo in the blacktop cold When the fair pulls out all the ghosts roll home Tickets all torn in a dish by the door Whispers still spin where the big wheel roared If you hear that chant in the pine-tree roar That's the midway maniac askin' You want more?