i was the black sheep

in a white trash family

the wrong side of the tracks

sure looked good to me...

with a roll of the dice

i've been paying the price...

bucket flushed

and sink washed...

but standing proud and free

the weeds grew high

and the well ran dry...

we were threadbare

and broken

and downright defeated

so i left home

and started to roam...

lovers death and taxes

cheated

i'm hangin' with the herd

of other black sheep

it's not the family you choose

but the company you keep

-dunne
copyright 2006