The Dirties
Hey, welcome to my town.
I'll show you all around.
I'll show you how they live,
and where the shed where they get high is.
Then I'll hide in my house,
away from what they call normalcy.
The dirties win again.
With guns in their hand.
Say goodbye suburbia, hello hypocracy.
They bow their heads in prayer,
while listening to Slayer,
and shooting heroin.
Now their hearts are free of sin.
Riding in their pickup trucks,
rebel flag waving in the wind.
Welcome to 'White Trash, Michigan'.
The dirties win again.
With guns in their hand. Say goodbye sububia, hello hypocracy.
