Pink in the Sink Volume IV

I have left the brides in white
to scroll the western side
I have sold so many souls
to save my own sad hide
but I never saw no mermaid
at least not one that was alive

I went to the top of the mountain
when the snow was driving hard
I drew three lines on some bark
and called it a birthday card
but I never raped a kitty
nor been mistaken for the bard

I've had low down depression
since the age of ever more
when I closed the window
I just got a painted door
But I ain't never drove through Ashton
the air might make me sore