[Lyric] Rita Cline (Barbaro)

Where you going Sunday morning
Woke up half buried in my coffin
All these believers try and stay modest

Whiskey’s got my belly barking
Just last week I said it’s one thing
To call off this bitter racket
Wouldn’t wish it on anyone

Oh, the waves
Take the better part of a better man that’s keeping me this way
Oh my Rita Cline on the lake
Yappin’ on about their children and the kind of pills they take
Oh this damned young modern age

Hell bent on paranoia
Crossing legs I’m dodging shadows
That’s quite the stain not beggеd nor borrowed

Dig the earth, plant thе flowers
Pick up the phone to call your mother
Spend some time hanging round
Talking for talking sake
Oh, the waves
Take the better part of a better man that’s keeping me this way
Oh my Rita Cline on the lake
Yappin’ on about their children and the kind of pills they take
Oh this damn young modern age