Lyrics
There ain’t no McDonald’s in Mendocino,
Just Jako filing for a second divorce,
And Katy is trading a pound of marijuana
For a 4 cylinder Pick-up made by Ford,
LeAnne is so tired of being a single mother
Lord I wish I were just 20 years younger,
So I could be a stepfather for her daughter Avalon,
But In the morning I’m off on a drug run to Albion,
Us black sheep we ain’t like the others,
We were born to be rowdy mother fuckers,
Our blood’s hustling, dealing, stealing, and some days killing,
Us black sheep we ain’t like the others…
Dusty and Cricket are seeking careers in trimming,
Reverend Otis at the Caspar Baptist Church
says “That shit is sinning”
Angel’s been 60 days off of crystal meth,
Her son Jess told the social worker
“God Damn my Mom’s still such a mess”
And I’m wandering through downtown Garberville,
Sticking my thumb out along that Hippie Highway,
First I’ll sweeten my soul with a line or two,
Then pickle down my mind with Smirnoff and grapefruit……..
Us black sheep we ain’t like the others,
We were born to be rowdy mother fuckers,
Our blood’s hustling, dealing, stealing, and some days killing,
Us black sheep we ain’t like the others…