I'm sorry for the things
I said to you last night
I drank a lot
And I felt a lot
And it hurts me too
When I think of you
When I think of
Twenty years
We spent inside this house
Without a door
Now we got kids
And we got cash
And we got bones
And we got ash
But we're not home
Let's steal some marijuana from the kids
I know where they keep it hid
Let's torch the bed
And steal the gun
Let's hold up 7/11
Let's stop the world and shut it down
We'll burn the whole thing to the ground
I sure hope
That it's insured
Cause I already hear the flames roar
Take it, take it
Take it, take it
Take it, take it
Take it, take it
Wait, wait
Wait a minute
'Cause there's a lot
Of people that moved here over fall
Come, move on, I'm dying
Yeah, it's a lot
Like mine, except a lot
Less overwhelmed