Music: Isaac Lamb/Nolan Ashley/Matt Honeycutt/Eric English
To all the ladies working Iowa-80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever loved
'Til your heart died
You're my mother
You're my sister
And a daughter tonight
For every bruise
And excuse
You tried but you couldn't hide
For all the fear
Every tear
Slowly burning your sight
For every moment
In the light
I ****ing see you tonight
God damn
To see heartbreak from my window
Such a sad state
I can't
Stop to even help you
What the hell can I do?
Say that's just her life?
Turned out, used up, and defiled?
Deep pain starts early in life (early in life)
Every woman still once was a child
Who's one story of millions
Swan song sung city to city to city
Your hurt hit closer to home
But what do you see?
Graves beneath the family tree of abuse
****ing raped at age four on the floor of the chicken coop
I saw her casket ****ing covered in flies
Her botched embalming job still smelled like somebody died for what?
Dead end path
Eyes up
For all the woman suffering so visibly
The runaways enslaved unwillingly
Drug addiction, dereliction
Dying from trauma-induced conditions
But you must find your strength
I can't walk your life, your history
To see heartbreak from my window
One day this world might hear you
Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag
I've learned that I am worthy
And just because I have something, I don't have to use it as a tool
Meaning my tits, my ass, and my pussy
That I can come higher, with my brain
I've learned that a real person
You do not have to take shame for anything that you do
When you did it for a means to an end
And I've learned to not be ashamed of anything that I've done
And that my todays and my yesterdays
They can be my business but I can share with the world
Don't be ashamed of it
Learn something from it
And whenever you have to do it you can call it what you want to
But still, you've gotta survive