Opossum Songtext
von Just Nick

My little ones crawl up my back.
Stark white teeth,
Pink gums,
I ain′t no alley cat,
But I'll still eat your trash,
Climb highway exits,
Eat beer cans for breakfast.
Every can I visit, I′ve got to admit that I might not make it back.


I ain't playin' around.
The true black is coming.
There′s no use in running
From a sixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town.

And I knew it from the start,
In my little junkie heart,
That I′m better off dead
That a scoundrel in bed around noon.

Pour one out for opossum,
Who lay out there, rotten.
Hope they scrape 'er up pretty soon.
Scrape ′er up real' soon