Lyrics
It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle
Feeling the need to resort to alcohol on a Tuesday.
I can't even fall in love at happy hour
Expressing difficulty in finding love even during a cheerful time like happy hour.
I think I'll go home now and dream about
Contemplating going home to escape reality and indulge in dreams.
The nightmares that could be
Imagining potential nightmares or fears that may materialize.
Like all my friends turning into my enemies
Fearing the possibility of friends becoming adversaries.
You're good at pushing me out
Acknowledging someone's proficiency in keeping the speaker at a distance.
Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
Being awakened in the night by a banshee's cry, instilling fear and hesitation about getting a drink.
And I am much too scared to get a drink
Feeling too frightened to go for a drink due to the unsettling atmosphere.
I see the rusty swing set blow
Observing a swing set with rust, symbolizing the passage of time and decay.
From generations long ago
Connecting the swing set to generations of the past.
Under moonlight the plow is stained
Describing a plow stained under moonlight, possibly with metaphorical implications related to the power of a name.
by the power of your name
Suggesting a connection between the stained plow and the influence of a specific name.
You're good at pushing me out
Reiterating someone's skill in keeping the speaker at a distance.
The farmer's daughter raises hell
Portraying the farmer's daughter as rebellious or troublesome.
When I try to kiss her
Encountering resistance when attempting to express affection to the farmer's daughter.
Screaming "daddies" now I run
Running away in response to the farmer's daughter screaming about her father.
Here's to sickle swinging fun
Toasting to the enjoyment of swinging a sickle, possibly in a metaphorical sense.
You're good at pushing me out
Reiterating someone's proficiency in keeping the speaker at a distance.
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