Red Pirate Of The Prairie - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

The cramp that keeps my knees pinned to my chest is here to stay

I pout my lower lip to a cherub’s width I need sympathy

I’m not light of heart below my red skin and both vengeance lays

I stand stiff and straight, a schoolboy’s pose, it’s your man they’d say

Blame the red pirate of the prairie

I got a scent that comes with my skin, it makes your brow furrow

I introduce your smile you taught to me, slow and formal

You grab me by my scalp, scrub to rid my smell, cleanse your garage portholes

You quit me of your grip, strike a regal pose, and claim my life alone

Blame the red pirate of the prairie

You wonder at the coin pierced through my nose, I blush a deeper red

I say it’s tradition, you say not no more, as you shake your head

I wear your second-hands that you hand me down, a cover I can’t shed

I should be thankful for your heartfelt

When I drive you home, I open your back door, say «Sir, goodnight»

I scratch and crawl while you’re in your bed and I ignite my light

Searching where you sat, claim all your loose change, whisper «It's my right»

Then I fall asleep, my bed’s your backseat, doors make it tight

Blame the red pirate of the prairie