Midwestern Guys Lyrics - Lydia Loveless

These January nights 

They really make me hate my life 

And I want to get into a fight 

But you already said you're not going to fall for that again this time 

You want to paint your masterpiece 

But inspiration really doesn't always come all that easy 

That's why they're always mad at me 

You want to lock me in the kennel and then leave for Myrtle Beach, goodbye [?] alright 

Midwestern guys 

Midwestern guys 

Midwestern guys 

Midwestern guys 

And after it gets dark 

You want to go look at the stars 

Oh, you should know the way to my heart 

Honey, you want to make love, not fuck, it's your part [?] 

That's how romantic you are, yeah 

Tell me all about '83 

That was a long time ago, well, you can sure say that again to me 

The lives lost [?] and then he lighted a tree 

And you played Pyromania 

'Til she got down on her knees 

Between your thighs 

Midwestern style