You were raised in a little town   So everyone all around   Knew every little thing about your life   Knew all about your father's 2nd wife   And her trip to the insane asylum   Pick up the phone, start dialin, start gossipin...       Everybody knows...   Your mama left you when you were 4   Left you and your daddy to be a dirty whore   You say you admire him to this day   But you just keep emulatin her in every way      And when you get out of hearin range   Everyones got a nickel, lookin for some change   So they can give their two cents and a little pity   Talkin bout how you just got out of tent city      That you drink more than your mother   Who left your half brother... with your father   Who took full responsibility... even though it ain't his   Just cuz he's the one that knows how to raise some kids      Although its questionable if he's even gotta clue   He didn't do a very good job raisin you      And while I sit here talkin shit   I think my voice got a little too loud   Cuz I just felt someone elses spit   And I'm gettin a crowd, an angry mob   So I think I'm gonna run, like its my job