Larraine

It could have been a patch Some say that it was cursed You spent your whole life Trying to wash away the dirt They said that you were nothing With the hands under your skirt So you taught yourself a way with a rag under your shirt Oh Larraine Your daddy loved you wrong While you planted his gun Your mother turned her face Being princess of grace Oh Larraine They left you in the woods To find your way back like a dog You cried in the dark While they drank beers on the lawn Oh Larraine The nightmares wouldn't stop So you drink them to a haze But when you cut the lines They put you away You had a little girl Who had songs about your pain An episode of grace Now she's living in L.A. Oh Larraine Oh Larraine Most of them I never knew But that is just as well Even as I cry for you I know they're all in hell Oh Larraine Don't you know it was all for you, Larraine Everything I did was for you, Loarraine Cause what they did to you they did to me