Grace Kelly Blues

The cut-rate mine walking through the dirty streets,

Of Paris, in the hot august heat,

Sun melting the fake smile away,

Just looking for a place to stay.

The actress gave up all her old dreams,

And traded up, now she is a Queen,

Royal familys don't have time, for that shit,

Your crystal ball - you keep it hid.

The tractor-trailor driver radios:

Help me someone, I'm out here all alone,

Truck driving the black night away,

Praying for the light of day.

The kid in the mall works at Hawt Dawg on a Stick,

His hat is a funny shape, his heart is a brick,

Taking your order, he will look away,

He doesn't have a thing to say.

But me, I'm feeling pretty good, as of now,

I'm not so sure when i got here, or how,

Sun melting, the fake smile away,

I think, you know, I'll be okay.