Lyrics:
Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine
Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine
Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit.
Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot
Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine
Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine
Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit.
Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot
to send him to the poorhouse that was near
Then like a flash the black sheep's words came ringing in his ear
A wagon drives up to the door it is
a poorhouse
And youâ#128##153#ve never been so alone
Everyoneâ#128##153#s running from something
Probably the one thing they need the most
And itâ#128##153#s
I can’t seem to make to it out of the poorhouse
Though I push and pull and pry
Though the good book says to keep movin ahead
I’d rather roll over
house, before the poorhouse
Like back when you were with Ash now
Had you a newborn, both of you too worn
Both of you two gonna lash out
Wouldn't be too
the poorhouse (6)
Colder than an ice house, paid killers at my house (burr)
I got mega millions, still ain't got more cash than my spouse (shh)
Yeah, my bitch
poorhouse bound
Now don't laugh buddy, Lord it nobody's downfall
Ooh Lord don't laugh buddy, I mean it nobody's downfall
Because if your woman would
suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
[Chorus]
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the 31st
Perchance my jeans won't jingle
But the memory coins will stay
I'll be a pauper queen
A poorhouse millionaire
Poor sad baby
I'll bring you home a dream
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood and fire used
jaw
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood
Here comes the buyer
With tears in his eyes
Telling so sadly
His wonderful lies
He lives in the poorhouse
He goes almost bare
The way we treat
the Glen of Aherlow
For three long months, in search of work, I wandered far and near;
I then went to the poorhouse to see my mother dear;
The news I heard
to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths
Wasn't rockin Girbauds, I barely had clothes,
Straight out of the poorhouse eating lobster for breakfast
Two new tour buses, cause my voice is infectious
Now the super models never call me
Straight out the poorhouse eating lobster for breakfast
Two new tour buses, cause my voice is infectious
Now the super models never call me
There's little things that'll cut you down
Ragged people, hard times
And the lightning strikes the poorhouse
Rich man cries like a crocodile
always be
I drive down by the poorhouse
And ev'rybody looks like me
I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
And I guess I'll never learn
I'm a trusting old soul
sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse.
Say mama caught the drama; she would bleed tryin' to feed four mouths.
Wasn't rockin' Girbauds; I
scarlet never climbed these stairs
Rhett never slammed the door
Hollywood had never laid a single
Damn prop on this ballroom floor
From the poorhouse down
on the griddle
Thyme leaves for a little sprinkle, time had a wrinkle
The stars lost they twinkle
Slept in the poorhouse, feeling like a minstrel
The sheep earned
at the poorhouse
Could you quit with
All this shrieking so absolutely loud, I just want out
There is static
On the front page
Effervescent, efficient
Brutal
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