Trailer Park Queen

The song fired up on her radio:
"Trailer Park Queen" by Candice O'Malley.
It was a classic; timeless. Candice the great
country queen, vocals forever embedded into
America's consciousness.

and then the pipes,
and the twang of the guitars,
like a western on Broadway,
she lived for this song;
it wasn't even the song,
there was just something about the pain
she felt when it came on.
And she knew all the words,

It went something like this:

She's a highway model,
Trading in the slow life,
For the void fillin' bottle.
Bringing home the pistol,
Bang Bang.

She's Trailer Park trash,
Living nights on her stash.
Booking hotels and motels,
And getting lovingly bashed,
By men who define,
Their love in violence.
Her black and blue eyes,
Are sweet purple violets.

To them she's a punchin' bag,
Wasted young tragic hag.
Trailer Park trash,
Living low,
Bloodstained basin.

Eyes black from shadow,
Mascara and dark lows,
Hands white and pasty,
Lips red and vapid.
Pouting and smoking,
Cigarette vogueing.
Queen of disaster,
Queen of the lowly.
Trailer Park Diva,
Trainwreck, wife, trophy.

and then the chorus would hit;

Livin' low, in the depravity of her reputation. 
Sunk down, broken up,
Drowning deep, elimination. 
Train wreck, 
Yeah life's a disaster. 
Signal for help, 
baby there's no answer. 
You can't help me no more. 
No answer.

tears would roll down her face,
mascara tinged regret
for every broken dream,
dashed on the concrete in the common area.

Bring her down because she's high, 
On the life of counting cards. 
And playing the damsel in distress, 
Her castle confined to bars, 
Will fall when she wakes up,
From the train wreck of her life.

Train wreck, 
Smokin' red with anger, 
Signals for help, 
Yeah life's a disaster. 
Signal for help, 
baby there's no answer. 
You can't help me no more. 
No answer.

and the finale; that finale;
like a cacophony of sound;
clashing cymbals and drums;
guitars hell bent on destroying the sick
twisted world that she was caged in,
and perhaps Candice herself was screaming at men
and every man that did her wrong,
and the whole broken way of things.

She's a dragon breathing liar.
Stepped on the corkscrew,
And bang went her tire. 
Crash and burn, 
The fire consumed her, 
And she fled off with the Cadillac for hire. 

Trading in the slow life. 
Signal for help, 
baby there's no answer. 
Life's a disaster,
Drowning deep,
Elimination.

and the drums slowing down,
and the breath leaving her body,
a sigh of relief; but so much pain,
so much unspoken agony.