Lydia Loveless - Midwestern Guys lyrics

These January nights They really make me hate my life And I want to get into a fight But you already said you're not going to fall for that again this time You want to paint your masterpiece But inspiration really doesn't always come all that easy That's why they're always mad at me You want to lock me in the kennel and then leave for Myrtle Beach at five, alright Midwestern guys Midwestern guys Midwestern guys Midwestern guys And after it gets dark You want to go look at the stars Oh, you should know the way to my heart Honey, you want to make love, not f**, in Schiller Park That's how romantic you are, yeah Tell me all about '83 That was a long time ago, well, you can sure say that again to me The lives lost to Natty Light and a tree And you played Pyromania 'Til she got down on her knees Between your thighs Midwestern style Oh, you midwestern guys Midwestern guys Midwestern guys