Gato Negro

She came down the staircase Climbed into a dumpster She grabbed an index card And she taped it to her forehead And it read, poor white trash She grabbed a gun Put it to her heart and pulled the trigger Now she's dead, it's just a thought Don't you lo

Livin' life dealin' you've got feathers in your head Pack up your home, pack it up and take your bed Now that I can see you're nothing but trouble You slept like an angel, woke like a devil The history of my future's like a picture of my past It's el