Meth Momma composed by Rafe Lyford lyrics by Rafe Lyford
STYLE: Pop
INSTRUMENTATION/PERSONNEL: Rafe Lyford - Sampled Piano Rafe Lyford - Vocals
Verse 1
Waiting around
Until her Merit burns out.
Thinking ‘bout that world
At the end of the needle.
Clears her head and her thoughts
Just like the treatment says.
The little voices that always lead
To back seats of Crown Vics.
Pre-chorus
Nobody knows what happened to her.
All they know is that she’d be right back.
Two little girls at their grandparents’ house
And retirement on the racks.
Chorus
Meth momma
Was it all worth the sacrifices you made?
Meth momma
Lose your friends & family; the price you paid
Meth momma
For the mighty high that has never stayed
Meth momma
Now your life is tattered, torn, and frayed
Verse 2
She met him one night at the bar
After a couple of drinks.
His charm machine in overdrive
And she liked what it was saying.
He had some magic crystals
That would take her higher.
Away from all her troubles
And she wouldn’t feel a thing no more.
Pre-chorus
A drug store runner she became.
Logistics all planned out.
Bought phedrine by the bag loads.
And brought it back to the lab.
Chorus
Meth momma
Watch your life spin out of control
Meth momma
Now you’re stuck living life on the dole.
Meth momma
All that’s left is an big empty hole.
Meth momma
That’s what you get when you sell your soul.
Verse 3
A backwoods shack
Now makeshift lab.
Here home away from home.
They cooked up batch after batch
Like a short order kitchen.
Her mouth was rotting out
And the smell was putrid.
Every time she took a hit
It was never like the first time.
Pre-chorus
When the lab was finally busted
She barely got away.
No where to go and all alone
And nothing left to feel.
Chorus
Meth Momma
How many lives did you have to upend?
Meth Momma
For the high that just you had to extend
Meth Momma
But there never was anywhere to ascend
Meth Momma
And what it finally led to was a big dead-end
Verse 4
She hasn’t seen him in a year
But she heard he was convicted.
She’s been clean and sober
Sixty-eight days and counting.
Trying to pick-up all the pieces
And make them fit again.
It’s hard to do when all you see
Is a puzzle without edges.
Pre-chorus
She’ll never be the person
That she was before.
No pleasure to be felt
For her live that remains.
Chorus
Meth momma
How many lives did you have to upend?
Meth momma
For the high that you had to extend?
Meth momma
But there wasn’t anywhere to ascend.
Meth momma
And all it led to was a big dead-end.
