Lyrics:
Walking off the stage to the gates and off the page
I'd be shot out of breath, out of everything
Come back Oscar, don't stay at home.
Come back
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked
of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright till I go home
She is
begins at home but for most of us it ends there too, and
Doing something we're making changes like changing
the brand of crap we buy,
We say it makes
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I can stop it
And I don't wanna go home alone, alright?
Oh, baby, baby
Boy, can I be honest?
Kinda miss usin' my body
Fuck it up just like this
I've loved you for so long
But still we feel brand new
At home, inside your arms
Somebody's missing you
Somebody's missing you
Longs to be kissing
you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you decide to take a holiday
You got your tape deck and your brand new Chevrolet
Ah,
Hello, boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip
And this is my friend, Sammy the Salmon
Today we're gonna teach you some
Fun facts about salmon
the type of boy who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home,
I'm telling you that's my home.
You had romance, did you break it by
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
She graduated high school I bought her a trailer
In a little park by the side of the road
I could've had the army
I could've had the navy
But no
She graduated high school I bought her a trailer
In a little park by the side of the road
I could've had the army
I could've had the navy
But no
Lord, ain't it lonesome, well, when you're sitting at home alone
Ain't it lonesome when you're sitting at home alone
The girl you love, she's done
Let me tell you a bit about the scene
She's living in a private movie
Ego higher than a Oscar high
Am I the one stupid if she thinks that she can
I'm discontented with homes that I've rented
So I have invented my own
Darling, this place is a lovely oasis
Where life's weary taste is unknown
Dirty jeans, I've seen all the painted queens
Tasting like red wine on a summer day
Yeah
You, you just might read this book
By it's cover, baby
for me
(Please, please, Mr. Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word
eight years since the surgery
His sister's 5, his brother's 3
He goes to school and he knows how to read
He takes the bus home by himself
Puts his
corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn'
Daddy loved
I'm seeing snow (I see those snowy scenes)
I've waited all year, baby, just to see those reindeer
Watch them as they go
Warm by the fireside (home by
There's always hope
Hope in death
It brands these bonds
Refines the rest
But these days are numbered
This life absolute
I need this faith
chance to hold you close
(It's your boy Travie, Gym Class Heroes)
I don't know where you're going
(Let's go, yeah)
Just get yourself back home
We both
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