Rare Americans - Pay Me Back

Mama don't want me five years old
Mama don't want him five years old
And I was the one who offered him a home
I didn't know then, I didn't know at all
Didn't have a son, after all
I had a hand-biting sinner at our family dinner
He tricked me out of my precious family home
You won it all, boy
You got a street named after you
You blew your brains out never said a single word that was true
You won the lotto, kid
You had it all
Swear you won the lotto
You had it all

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You tiny little man I've drawn the line down in the sand
You with your crossed fingers
Swear to God and shake my hand
The world is mostly good
People hope and pray
Sometimes it just takes a while for it to look that way

Pay me back, pay me back, pay me back
You can't
Pay me back, pay me back, pay me back
You can't

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground