Twinkle Twinkle

Way back in the good old days

Things weren't really all that good

We grew up with the TV on

We learned how from Hollywood

We learned how from Hollywood

Riding with my headphones on

In the back of my mama's car

Winding down that dirty road

Town was close but it felt far

Town was close but it felt far

Drive in movies, Coca-Cola

Sweet 16, that kiss of death

Don't you cry when you should laugh, babe

I smell liquor on your breath

I smell liquor on your breath

If it don't break you, it might just make you rich

You might not get there and on the way, it's a bitch

Gettin' by, getting high

Feeling like a low-life bum

Racked up debt, couldn't pay my rent

Pissin' off till kingdom come

Pissin' off till kingdom come

Mother Mary, geez Louise

I was havin' a ball until I threw it too far

Playin' dives, tryin' to stay alive

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

If it don't break you

It might just make you rich

You might not get there

And on the way, it's a bitch

It's a bitch

But then I won the lottery

I struck gold and they picked me

Winner, winner, chicken dinner

Hello mama, look at me

Hello mama, look at me

Now everything's turned inside out

They wanna put me on a big TV

Everybody wants to know

How I feel and what I think

How I feel and what I think

If it don't break you

It might just make your rich

You might not get there

And on the way it's a bitch

Don't you know it's a bitch?

It's a bitch