"Barbara Ann" lyrics

Well, it bleeds like steak, but it isn't steak
I'm dying for a taste of the genuine fake
There ain't nothing you can't shape from corn and soybeans
Blue-eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Picking away at a long-dead barn finch
Bones hollow like heritage
It's a feeling you can't shake in a world so mean
And mangled up with memory

How did it go?
The one you liked?

Ba, ba, ba-ba
Ba, ba-ba-Barbara Ann
Ba, ba, ba-ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-Barbara Ann, don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you

With cherries dropping like baby teeth
You dropped baby fat, you start making babies
Dark as death and twice as funny
Spitting stones at far-off lightning
It strikes like God, and it burns like meat
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
It's the palm on the line you laid this morning
The life you chose that sent you reeling

How did it go?
How was it?

Ba, ba, ba-ba
Ba, ba-ba-Barbara Ann
Ba, ba, ba-ba
Ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-Barbara Ann, don't fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger under your side of the bed
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now
No one's gonna hurt you now