You grew up in a patch, some say that it was cursed
You spent your whole life, trying to wash away the dirt
They said that you were nothing, with their hands under your skirt
So you tied yourself away, with a rag under your shirt
Oh, oh, Larraine
Your daddy loved you wrong, while he pointed his gun
Your mother turned her face, being princess of grace
Oh, oh, Larraine
They left you in the woods, to find your way back like a dog
You cried in the dark, while they drank beers on the lawn
Oh, oh, Larraine
Oh, oh Larraine
The nightmares wouldn't stop, so you drank them to a haze
But when you cut the line, they put you away
You had a little girl, who writes songs about your pain
An episode of grace, now she's living in LA
Oh, oh, LA
Oh, oh, LA
Most of them I never knew, but that is just as well
Even as I cry for you, I know they're all in hell.
Oh, Larraine
Don't you know it was all for you, Larraine
Everything I did was for you, Larraine
Cause what they did to you, they did to me