Living here is wild country
I ran away so he couldn’t dump me
And the waves of irritation 
Are nothing to his tv station
As it plays the same old tune
The lightning struck me in the room
As I said my prayers
I tell no one coz who cares
About that kind of thing
It’s like I grew an angel wing
To help me fly
And I saw to what could not die
And I try
To smile and put me first
I’m better off but it’s the worst