Mobile Home Lyrics

I think I'm an all around American
On my eighteenth birthday
My daddy gave me a gun
And I am what you'd call
A real good sport
And I was born and raised
In a trailor court

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Mobile Home

My neighborhood's got the distinction
Of being all the same
There are rows and rows
Of divorcees in a metal frame
My life goes on
It's my last resort
And I'm gonna die
In a trailor court

Mobile Home
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OH NO!

Mobile Home
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Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home

Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox
Your living or dead
Your stuck in a box
Your life goes on
It's your last resort
On a dead end road
In a trailor court

Mobile Home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home

Mobile Home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home

Mobile Home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home

Mobile Home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home