When you were little she sold you out

Out by the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free

Or maybe it was your imagination

Friend of the family but now the foe

She gets inside your mind with everything you smoke

That's why your conspiracy comes from some words she spoke



The rain is controlled by misty

There's one buy seems like three

She always has to be behind every little problem I face

I'd drive to Ireland but there's a lake between the land

She hired private eyes to follow me



Maybe I'll go to Paris and France

And meet the Pope and someone to be with for life

A place far away where she could never find us here



Everything bad is a