Homesick
Homesick and hungry and insulted
There's nothing for me and the nights thick
There's nothing for me in this town
It's just a bad fit
Like wearing fives when you're a size six
Oh ill just cram my foot inside it
And go and dig myself a hole
Oh I'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And I'm not sure that i care
You're like a spider: black on red
And I'd rather be dead then caught in your web
God Help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
(Will you just be quiet)
I can't fix this
Oh love needs glue but you bring Pritt stick
And there's no carrot just a big stick
You say we're going for a ride
I can't risk it
I'm rolling fives with all your sixes
Oh you say stick but I just twist it
I guess ill spend the day inside
Oh i'm not sure what I'm waiting for
And i'm not sure that I care
You're like a spider: black on red
And I'd rather be dead then caught in your web
God help me
I'm trying to sleep tonight
(will you just be quiet)
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And all the clouds rolled over my head
And all the clouds rolled over, the clouds rolled over
It was a long hot summer
It was a long hot summer
And then clouds rolled over my head
I guess I'm going under
Guess I'm going under
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