Lyrics - Trailer Trash by Modest Mouse

Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don’t mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
Goddamn
I hope
I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn
I am such a jerk,
I can’t do anything
And
I shout that you’re all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And
I guess that’s what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it’s been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And
I guess that
I miss you, and
I’m sorry
If
I dissed you

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