It's white trash Sunday

On the farm

I see the telephone wires

The way they go and go into the distance

And I hear the cars passing by

And the wicked tree branches reaching out

They try to catch the moon

With their long black nails

Try to catch a dream passing by

Like a cloud in the sky

Oh I see an orange cat

He always runs away at night

And a fox in the field what's the deal

I'm walking long the tracks

Where the mighty tractor has passed

Looks like the spine of a dinosaur back

I bet he was big and black

Oh I bet he was big big and black

Gave all the others a heart attack

Oh it's hard being big and black

He gave all the creatures a heart attack

Heart attack

Oh it must be hard being big and black

Giving everyone a heart attack

They pull the pistols without second thoughts

And Bam Bam Bam he got shot

Oh it must be hard being big being big and black

Giving everyone Giving everyone a heart

Giving everyone a heart attack

How much be hard being big and black

Giving everyone a heart attack

They pull the pistols without second thoughts

And Bam Bam Bam Bam you got shot

Oh it must be hard being big and black

Giving everyone a heart attack

They pull the pistols without second thoughts

Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam you got shot

Giving everyone Giving everyone Giving everyone a heart attack

It must be hard must be hard

Being being big and black

They pull the pistols without second thoughts

Bam Bam Bam Bam he got sh