Song's The Same Lyrics - Rob Klajda

Played out and laid out in this triangle town 

Tongue tied and battered 

By the circuits of sound 

Give me a minute and Ill strike up a pose 

Packed tight 

Into my loose fitting designer clothes 

The DJ rocks, his needle drops 

Salvation on a dead end street 

The tattooed girls are squirming 

To the factory beat 

Any other night 

And they would be safe at home 

Piercing body parts and deconstructing Suicide poems 

The songs the same 

How hard you listen 

Makes all the difference in the world 

But I aint saying anything different 

From anything youve already heard 

Ten gallon hat, three inch heels 

And boot cut jeans 

Quarterback cowboys 

Coaching line dancing teams 

Ill bet they really do have fences to mend 

Choking the reigns 

On some old Mercedes Benz 

A buckskin ballerina 

Does a perfect honky-tonk pli 

She pulls a dollar from the fingers 

Of a badly drawn toupee 

A deal is signed in sawdust, 

Two new lovers retreat 

On down the trailer park boardwalk 

To hillbilly beach 

Just another culture built on urban decay 

Theres extra college credit 

If youre homeless for the day 

Dont mind the rats- they live here too 

Theyll bite your feet and steal your food 

We shower under broken pipes 

Im sorry- wish it wasnt true 

The junkies on the south side 

Hang out by the trains 

The coming and the going 

Only adds to their pain 

Years ago theyd never guessed 

Theyd grow up to be weeks from death 

How sad to see that life is measured 

Breathe by breathe 

A dozen Harley scooters 

Congregate outside 

A chrome and steel welcome mat 

To an afterhours dive 

The beer is cold, the whiskeys cheap 

The whole place smells like leather 

On the jukebox David Allen Coe sings Panheads Forever 

The people in this tavern 

Come in here to unwind 

After twelve long hours of sweat 

On the assembly line 

They dont dress up like bikers 

Cause its the latest style 

Some people really were 

Born to be wild