Pensacola
Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart
With my checkbook to get you some.
Like waves in which you drown me, shouting
I knoe you must've realized by now
And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self esteem is waiting
Canned up in alluminum
Writer/s: M. Doughty / Soul Coughing
