Hey Papa

Adelaide’s in the bedroom mirror
Wiping the blue from her nose
Black eyeliner, Violent Femmes on play
And you know how the story goes

Joe and Ginny have a cattle farm
But this one, she wasn’t a calf
When Adelaide screamed into this world
There was no turning back

Timmy’s a hand on the cattle farm
Addy’s got her hand on him
When she’s bored she struts to the barn
If it’s rockin’ you don’t come in

Hey, Papa. This plot of land will have to do
This plot of mine is very different
It has nothing to do with you
And I’m dying for something new
 
Joe and Ginny gave up years ago
When Adelaide didn’t come home
The tears they cried have all dried up
You can call but there’s no one home
 
Razor to thigh, and another high
High school’s an afterthought
The only thing she would like to preserve
is her tattoo of Beelzebub
The only thing she would like to preserve
is her tattoo of Beelzebub
 
(chorus)
 
Banjos never cut it, and silos can suck it
The horizon wasn’t made of gold
Mechanical bulls on a heavy metal night
It’s that goddamn rock and roll
 
(chorus)

Nothing to do with you

And I’m dying for something new