You’re a cabinet maker not a risk taker and you call yourself a King
Hiding in your trailer house you never do a thing
You never been anywhere always lived in the same place
Talking about the 80’s as if it happened yesterday

You’re white trash second class nearly not your race
You keep calling for candy but money puts you in your place

You’re out there a real weirdo lost in outer space
No propane no AC sweat running down your face
You’re roommate you’re sweetheart called your bluff today
She left you you retard and took your crown away



This is a write about a friend that lives down the road. A trailer park biker (aka chuck)..

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