The days look dark
In the Trailer Park
Waiting for the angels
to play the harp
Give me something to make me feel good
As I start a fire with left over wood
In a barrel a life that's taken it's toll
As my kids ask me for another bowl
can't afford more than Mac and Cheese
Cover the mouths of the kids that sneeze

What am I savior to these people
On Sunday we pray within a holy steeple
see no God within our days
We're the coach of a team with no plays
Going for a hail Mary full of grace
The lord sure put me in my place
I never graduated not even ninth grade
Feel like a lover who's just been played

Feed my family from the poverty stamps
As I send the children to those free camps
never had a dime to my name
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Save me from the pain I feel
As I spin my destination wheel
This is it I'm not gonna lose
Turn or burn is all ya need to choose

The days look dark
In the Trailer Park
Waiting for the angels
to play the harp
Give me something to make me feel good
As I start a fire with left over wood
In a barrel a life that's taken it's toll
As my kids ask me for another bowl
can't afford more than Mac and Cheese
Cover the mouths of the kids that sneeze

Now I have a job in the city
I never gave up as things got gritty
it was dirty as Charlie browns pig pen
I still remember remember when
Now I give to the poor who I used to be
At the end of the day I can just be me