Anne Baldo
my baby doll my jackrabbit girl
truck grinds down the highway
gritty strip of america in
gloomy shades of michagen september
dead fur blood teeth on the blacktop
fucking smoked that jackrabbit
smoke, what the fire doesn’t want
what heated fingers push
into the sky tap ashes off
american cigarettes and
kiss my girl, blow smoke out the window
a pack of smokes for my bitch
fishtailing on the highway
her wrist hits dashboard but
she’d rather choke than scream
yeah it’s (ashes to ashes) baby and
(dust to dust) it’s not the flames that
smother but the smoke
and whiskey redneck radio cigarettes
that taste american dead rabbits on the road
fucking smoked that jackrabbit yeah
fucking smoked that bitch