"Daisy Chain Ver. 2 // The Woman With The Skeleton Face" lyrics
She was a gas station worker and a beauty queen
A little girl trapped in her mother's dreams
Working real hard tryna stay in her lane
Covering tracks with a shitty tattoo of her
Abandoned daughter's name
You can't walk a mile
In someone's shoes if they don't fit
We'll come up with some theories
We can dress like scientists
And we can try to make some sense of it
Her daddy never woke up from his sleep
Now he's in the ground with a mask like a casket
It's something he can hide beneath
She's a real pill junkie with a skeleton face
She's got a man who does his talking with his hands
When he puts her in her place
You can't walk a mile
In someone's shoes if they don't fit
We'll come up with some theories
We can dress like scientists
And we can try to make some sense of it
We've all got a purpose
We're all meant for just one thing
You can plant a thousand little seeds
Few are bound to grow
But you can only hang yourself from a single tree
Mother was an alky drunk all day
Keen into heroin and cheap cocaine
Nobody could blame her when she gave up
Didn't have a father to teach her how a real man
Treats the ones he loves
We've all got a purpose
We're all meant for just one thing
You can plant a thousand fucking seeds
Died with a smile when she took her own life
Found her hanging from the cherry tree
Swinging in the rain
Lord, I felt her pain
Knocked me down like an old steel train
I didn't wonder how 'cause it wasn't my place
Got a face like a skeleton, a mind like daisy chain
A little girl trapped in her mother's dreams
Working real hard tryna stay in her lane
Covering tracks with a shitty tattoo of her
Abandoned daughter's name
You can't walk a mile
In someone's shoes if they don't fit
We'll come up with some theories
We can dress like scientists
And we can try to make some sense of it
Her daddy never woke up from his sleep
Now he's in the ground with a mask like a casket
It's something he can hide beneath
She's a real pill junkie with a skeleton face
She's got a man who does his talking with his hands
When he puts her in her place
You can't walk a mile
In someone's shoes if they don't fit
We'll come up with some theories
We can dress like scientists
And we can try to make some sense of it
We've all got a purpose
We're all meant for just one thing
You can plant a thousand little seeds
Few are bound to grow
But you can only hang yourself from a single tree
Mother was an alky drunk all day
Keen into heroin and cheap cocaine
Nobody could blame her when she gave up
Didn't have a father to teach her how a real man
Treats the ones he loves
We've all got a purpose
We're all meant for just one thing
You can plant a thousand fucking seeds
Died with a smile when she took her own life
Found her hanging from the cherry tree
Swinging in the rain
Lord, I felt her pain
Knocked me down like an old steel train
I didn't wonder how 'cause it wasn't my place
Got a face like a skeleton, a mind like daisy chain
