I'm sorry for the things I said to you last night I drank a lot And I felt a lot And it hurts me too When I think of you When I think of
Twenty years We spent inside this house Without a door Now we got kids And we got cash And we got bones And we got ash But we're not home Let's steal some marijuana from the kids I know where they keep it hid Let's torch the bed And steal the gun Let's hold up 7/11
Let's stop the world and shut it down We'll burn the whole thing to the ground I sure hope That it's insured Cause I already hear the flames roar
Take it, take it Take it, take it Take it, take it Take it, take it Wait, wait Wait a minute 'Cause there's a lot Of people that moved here over fall
Come, move on, I'm dying Yeah, it's a lot Like mine, except a lot Less overwhelmedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
