Remi Wolf - Covered In Mud Lyrics

One hand on the microphone
The other one down my pants
Polishing rust
You’re just a scary story
I write on my childhood guitar
One foot on the Persian rug
The other one in my boot
Covered in blood
This bloke in Louisiana
Looks like my childhood crush
And he’s making me blush
From these blurry eyes, it looks like love

I’m a man on the run
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud

Sat down at the trucker bar
It’s just me, the whiskey, and Amy Bill
She’s got a sad, sad story
So do I, guess we are twins
This dick in the Daisy Dukes
Touch my leg, tryna sell me a good time
I said, “I’m sorry, sweetie
I’m not in the business of that tonight”
But you are my type
But I got a date with TV and cheap red wine

I’m a man on the run
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud

I keep my panties on
But nothing feels good, nothing fits right
Nothing I do, nothing I write sounds like all the hits on the radio
Uh-oh
Fist full of Adderall, corn on the cob on the grill in the backyard
The smoke is billowing, it smells like heaven
I smell like shit
I’m sweating bullets and writing lists
I punch down the feeling with my fists

I’m a man on the run
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud

Holy water
Holy rolling
7/11 and Marlboro reds
Holy water
Holy rolling
7/11 and Marlboro reds
I’ve been there, done that
I’ve seen all that crap, but
Still, I don’t feel right
Still, it don’t feel like
I’ve been there, done that
I’ve seen all that crap, but
Still, I don’t feel right
Dear God, I’m covered in mud

I’m a man on the run
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m a man on the run
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud
I’m burning off my baby
Dear God, I’m covered in mud