Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick but after I get sick I just get sad.
Because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken but always being both must be a drag. she's been calling me again. she's been calling me again.
Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again.
And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin.
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings.
She says it hurts. But it's worth it.
Tiny little text etched into her neck it said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins."
She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back.
It said: "damn right I'll rise again." Yeah, damn right you'll rise again.
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. but I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
Your little hoodrat friend got me high though.
We were seventeen and stuck up in Osseo.
She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by still water and washed up in the Mississippi river.
Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people.
She said "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams."
She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you.
I'm kinda saving myself for the scene."
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
She said: City Center used to be the center of the scene. now City Center's over.
No one really goes there.
Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge.
Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop. There were just way too many kids.
I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind. I got punctured.
I got stopped by the cops. They found it in my socks and I got probed.
But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
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Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick but after I get sick I just get sad.
Because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken but always being both must be a drag. she's been calling me again. she's been calling me again.
Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again.
And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin.
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings.
She says it hurts. But it's worth it.
Tiny little text etched into her neck it said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins."
She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back.
It said: "damn right I'll rise again." Yeah, damn right you'll rise again.
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. but I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
Your little hoodrat friend got me high though.
We were seventeen and stuck up in Osseo.
She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by still water and washed up in the Mississippi river.
Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people.
She said "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams."
She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you.
I'm kinda saving myself for the scene."
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
She said: City Center used to be the center of the scene. now City Center's over.
No one really goes there.
Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge.
Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop. There were just way too many kids.
I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind. I got punctured.
I got stopped by the cops. They found it in my socks and I got probed.
But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
Because it burns being broke and it hurts to be heartbroken but always being both must be a drag. she's been calling me again. she's been calling me again.
Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again.
And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin.
Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings.
She says it hurts. But it's worth it.
Tiny little text etched into her neck it said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins."
She's got blue black ink and it's scratched into her lower back.
It said: "damn right I'll rise again." Yeah, damn right you'll rise again.
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. but I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
Your little hoodrat friend got me high though.
We were seventeen and stuck up in Osseo.
She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by still water and washed up in the Mississippi river.
Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people.
She said "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams."
She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you.
I'm kinda saving myself for the scene."
I've been dusted in the dark up in penetration park.
I've been plastered. I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church.
I've been plowed. But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
She said: City Center used to be the center of the scene. now City Center's over.
No one really goes there.
Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge.
Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop. There were just way too many kids.
I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind. I got punctured.
I got stopped by the cops. They found it in my socks and I got probed.
But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend.
What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?
Writer: Craig Finn, Tad Kubler
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.