Daddy was much too harsh,
But I have secret thoughts on Santa Claus, Shooting Stars, and God.
I prayed in foreign tongue. I prayed always in the dark,
As Rocking-Horseflies guard at my door.

You’re not the only one who’s hurting.
You’re not the only one who cries.
And you don’t have to be so mean to me,
‘Cause I know what it’s like.
My Baby’s got an addiction the size of Texas,
I’m not Gracious at all – Lord.

Daddy was much too harsh,
And I said, let’s smoke this Monster out, so let us not waste another fire.
I finally got the dog to talk, he said they took your mother back,
Back to their Lab, up on that star.

You’re not the only one who’s hurting.
You’re not the only one who cries.
And you don’t have to be so mean to me,
‘Cause I know what it’s like.
My Baby’s got an addiction the size of Texas,
I’m not Gracious at all – Lord.

And I don’t want this anymore,
I send my hopes up to the Lord.