| Lake Brenda |
| The grass needs mowin' It's thick and overgrown The weeds grow tall Around Lake Brenda I hit the juice Puts gravel in my goose And helps me fall Into Lake Brenda I don't know if I miss it More than I miss you It's hard to differentiate Between the two I don't know how the hell A life could go so wrong A fish jumps from the water Arcs and then it's gone It's getting late I have to cut some bait And sacrifice it To Lake Brenda I must be cursed I guess it could be worse I could be drowning On Lake Brenda |