Slightly Below the Middle

The devil plays a fiddle

On a lawn chair in the yard

I asked him why he's over

He said well, since your father's been gone

I went down to Georgia

Now I know it won't be long

Until you're singing

I know, I listen

Baby, I wanna die

Won't you nail me to the cross?

No, I can't think of no one

Who I'd want to get me off

I know some day they're going to say

I fucked my way up to the top

Just know I didn't

Ok, just slightly below the middle

My baby is a big bad man

Who holds my life there in his hands

Crying oh they want to fuck me

But they never want to love me

Tied up in the back of a van

At the gates of heaven

And god, he's got a real big gun

Between my teeth and tongue

Mama, I'm waiting on the day

Someone wants my love

You know, there's no love in L.A.

Just fun and big guns

Mama, I'm waiting on the day

Someone wants my love

You know, there's no love in L.A.

Just fun and big guns