Pick me up, hose me down I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns Earth does break the things that we make Like a model planes and cuppy cakes I can
drink up baby stay up all night the things you could do you wont but you might the potential you'll be that you'll never see the promises you'll only
them on mine last night its alright i do, i take care of the love cause red rockets fly if you don't i'm always gonna worry about this but you'll tell me its okay chris
The baby's sleeping in the crib up top And baby's sleeping above you You will lift him to the parking lot Your car is waiting there for you Your car is
men doing men thing times chewing candy and tabacco lines drinkin heart puned pints tossing nikels and dimes their lookin for an exit signs their lookin
It's all coming out now, oh no, what have I done? I spun my car out now, oh no, what have I done? I started a fire, I got out of a hole, you know. I
I'm making myself sick Trying to live with things you live with You're better than me Make haste go quick And get us used to the things we're stuck with
I, I was kidding about the mean things While we were sleeping He rushed in, he rushed in The fan stopped, the fan stopped Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and
I'm sorry, he brought us there, me crying in my underwear On the morning, of halloween like a story out of people magazine i drove home, and fell asleep
Hometown girls don't get love likek they should Hometown girls oh boy I wish they would Red and brown the colors they toss and turn Hurt and plow stomping
You have killed them And you don't know why Your lips, they move And they only lie Your house is white It's got nice things inside When you are
Pick me up and hose me down I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns The Earth does bright, the things that we make Like a model planes and gooey cakes
It's not easy so Take it slow You're coming up, you're coming round the bend You're my good friend Best friend And you're coming up, you're coming round
And oh, the wretch is gone And oh, the sorries begin And oh, the drinking has thinned Oh, still I wrestle I wrestle within And then to you I don't look
music from the porch light is the same song everynight spider on the window crawls over mothers shadow if you could hear me say half of what i thought
Always so still, i never will, be like you. And you never will strike, me better ba da... It's always so clear, you never really hear,at all.. and
Before cultivation of Christmas trees They were down on their knees in the wood Inspecting the trunk for good axing potentioal And thats how they knew
