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Lyrics

Verse 1

White pickets painted sharp

Small lawn is groomed for the judges to see

(Look at it)

Minivan shines in the evening sun

Wiped clean with the spirit of absolute order

Mama had a rule about the dirty shoes

(Off the porch)

Wore a bright red smile but her eyes were blue cold

Pre-Chorus

Stood there pointing the wooden spoon

Static in her brain since the afternoon

Tiny orange pills didn't help her tonight

She decided the pantry was just too bright

Chorus

Now she's gone to the county line

(Locked away)

Doing twenty years in a dress that doesn't fit

It wasn't supposed to end up this way

With a Taser gun and a kitchen mitt

Yeah she's doing time

Just a mother of three with a violent design

Everything had a place

Until she slapped the grin off of Daddy's face

Verse 2

Kevin dropped a bowl

Milk and the oats on the hardwood floor

(Total mess)

Mommy saw a red star burst inside her head

Ran to the shed for the industrial tape

Wrapped him up tight like a Christmas gift

(Shiny chrome)

Glued the remote to his hand for the sake of peace

Pre-Chorus

Daddy came home and he started to shout

She put a wet wool sock in his noisy mouth

Yellow label meds were a total sham

So she baked a lead pipe in the holiday ham

Chorus

Now she's gone to the county line

(Locked away)

Doing twenty years in a dress that doesn't fit

It wasn't supposed to end up this way

With a Taser gun and a kitchen mitt

Yeah she's doing time

Just a mother of three with a violent design

Everything had a place

Until she slapped the grin off of Daddy's face

Bridge

State appointed doctors

Try to find the wire

(It's burnt)

Burned right out

Checking on the lithium

Waiting for the rage

(Let it out)

Building in the laundry room

Waiting for the spark

Chorus

Now she's gone to the county line

(Locked away)

Doing twenty years in a dress that doesn't fit

It wasn't supposed to end up this way

With a Taser gun and a kitchen mitt

Yeah she's doing time

Just a mother of three with a violent design

Everything had a place

Until she slapped the grin off of Daddy's face

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