Song Lyrics

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking,
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks.
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back.
I we opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains.

Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling.
Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror.
Temptations lurking every where.
If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!

You'll find me there.
Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.
She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild,
I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade,
And all my dead friends have settled down.

My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying.
I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding.
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila.
I've always been a thrill seeker.
But thrills are a dime a dozen these days.

And I found a dime in the gutter today.
Tails facing up. Still fucking up.
Still fucking up.
A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking.

Patterson Hood

The duration of Tales Facing Up is 5:03 minutes and seconds.