It's white trash Sunday
On the farm
I see the telephone wires
The way they go and go into the distance
And I hear the cars passing by
And the wicked tree branches reaching out
They try to catch the moon
With their long black nails
Try to catch a dream passing by
Like a cloud in the sky
Oh I see an orange cat
He always runs away at night
And a fox in the field what's the deal
I'm walking long the tracks
Where the mighty tractor has passed
Looks like the spine of a dinosaur back
I bet he was big and black
Oh I bet he was big big and black
Gave all the others a heart attack
Oh it's hard being big and black
He gave all the creatures a heart attack
Heart attack
Oh it must be hard being big and black
Giving everyone a heart attack
They pull the pistols without second thoughts
And Bam Bam Bam he got shot
Oh it must be hard being big being big and black
Giving everyone Giving everyone a heart
Giving everyone a heart attack
How much be hard being big and black
Giving everyone a heart attack
They pull the pistols without second thoughts
And Bam Bam Bam Bam you got shot
Oh it must be hard being big and black
Giving everyone a heart attack
They pull the pistols without second thoughts
Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam you got shot
Giving everyone Giving everyone Giving everyone a heart attack
It must be hard must be hard
Being being big and black
They pull the pistols without second thoughts
Bam Bam Bam Bam he got shot