Lyrics:
and booted
I got boxes on the floor, did we leave or we moving
I've been a G by myself, it's scientifically proven
I know love is just a word, I know pain's
champagne.
You show hate but when got it I dont hear you complain
You like this way of living the life
No struggle no strife, your ego is your lovely wife
on and on and on
Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view
So
Drifting
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing
of gas
I've got money in my hand
And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week
At the bank I'm a lucky man
Chorus:
It's the 4th of July on the rodeo
wife to be strong now
Then a small voice said told me
If you promise to stop drinking
I surrendered on that day
Now for ten years i've been straight
Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing
you're ever gonna feel that way again
Yeah, but you sit all at home, you're waiting
But I've got a long way to go
Just hold on 'til the stars start
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
haunting me
So many things
I'd do again
But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home
I got married
love
Who killed Kobain?
His girl or pain?
I got a year till I'm turning twenty-seven
I got a manic whore and a healthy habit
I've been fucked by labels
the livingroom
And drink gin tonics alone in my bed
I feel lonely in my life
Can't be someones perfect wife
I got voices in my head
Too much problems from
Wanna express
I hate when you wasted
When you're lazy
And you're broke
I've been trynna be a wife for you
Honey, I'm home
Wanted to give you affection
love
But I left there unscathed
Went home to edit the page
Tried again and I slayed
Since then I've been on my way, ay!
But guy, but guy, before we any
already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me and I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way, I still remember
At my London home they'll be safe with me
Don't forget my wife
She's a thorn, it's true
(Suddenly, with gusto)
Wait!
Oh, God i'm good!
I know what
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
Sydney to his club and feels free
They close the bar, he finds his car and then goes home to sleep
And his wife has been with Rosie, in the parlour where
could be a stay-at-home dad
Any time I want, man, I can go rock climb
Write a couple op-eds
Hang out with my wife's kids
Find out I've a gay son, and I'm
What the fuck was going on
And this went on for so long
By the end of it, I was just, like
I got really good at driving and
I was making cables
Fuck
stay home waiting they're protected by the dogs.
A tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands drown,
Polled the population and she named
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