DESCRIPTION:
Waste the day staying sad and soused
Fallen from grace in a trailer house
The table of glory is losing two seats
While twenty-dollar bills blow down Main Street
Try to scoop a few up to stay warm and eat
Get high and drink

Metal Checks, wildcrafting rednecks
Feeding poor and hungry demons
All the pleasure and pain, sick livers and brains
It's always worth the price it seems
To throw away your dreams

Terry trolls construction sights
Makes his rounds during the night
He praised the day he found a steady buyer
For all that copper wire
Just sell a few pounds to get him high

Harland's got red mud on his boots
Went out last night digging up snakeroot
Just getting booze money, no harm he sees
Selling it to the pharmacy
Get caught trespassing he'll lose a knee

Metal Checks, wildcrafting rednecks
Feeding poor and hungry demons
All the pleasure and pain, sick livers and brains
It's always worth the price it seems
To throw away your dreams

Terry lost his line on the crank
Harland's last bottle never got drank
They both caught heat from the competition
Now they're sharing a toilet-sink in prison
Sheriff gave the trailer back to the bank

Metal Checks, wildcrafting rednecks
Feeding poor and hungry demons
All the pleasure and pain, sick livers and brains
It's never worth the price it seems
To throw away your dreams

Lyrics (C) Brad Fielder 2014