Your Little Hoodrat Friend

Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick

But after I get sick I just get sad

'Cause it burns being broke

Hurts to be heartbroken

And 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

Says, "Damn right, I'll rise again"

Yeah, damn right, she'll rise again

Damn right, she'll rise again

And I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park

And I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching

In a dirty storefront church

And I've been plowed

But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never 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

When we were 17 and stuck up, up in Osseo

She said, it's funny how true love

Gets troubled by still water

And washed up in the Mississippi River

Her claddagh ring was pointed at the people

She said, "Saint Theresa came to me in dreams"

She said, "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you

I'm kinda saving myself for the scene"

And I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park

And I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching

In a dirty storefront church

And I've been plowed

But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting

With your little hoodrat friend?

And she said, "City center used to be the center of our scene"

Now city center's over

No one really goes there

And then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge

Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop

There was just too many kids

I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind

I got punctured

I got stopped by the cops and they found it in my socks

And I got probed

But I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't never been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting

With your little hoodrat friend?