Divine Lorraine

All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers We’re the neighbor kids they always shooed away We’re on that team that always lose With weak paychecks and weekend blues With bills that come that we’ll forget to pay You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound The sound she makes when she calls out your name So slow down and hear that low sound And learn to love the clatter of her chains Stay true to me Divine Lorraine We’re the one’s whose works you put your name on The ones who said those lyrics that you stole You do the crime we do the time You dirty fuckers steal my shine Pretty soon we’ll be out on parole But the middle of the road takes a toll You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound The sound she makes when she calls out your name So slow down and hear that low sound And learn to love the clatter of her chains Stay true to me Divine Lorraine You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound The sound she makes when she calls out your name So slow down and hear that low sound And learn to love the clatter of her chains Stay true to me Divine Lorraine All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers We scratch our little grooves into the grain Mama said you can be anything So I made a song that we could sing And I wash the dirt off dancing in the rain And learned to love the clatter of her chains Stay true to me Divine Lorraine Stay true to me Divine Lorraine