Mr Little Jeans - Intentions

Broken glass where there where windows
Broken doors and roofs
Big boots been dragging the mud in

No good intentions bred through in the bloodline turn a noose
Big boots been dragging the mud in

Hold me for a second
Hold me as we sway
Tighter as we tumble
Hold me as we stray

One nail in the coffin
Hope we don't pay
Bag packed with nothing
Send them on their way

Awaiting the night
Doesn't feel right
But just get me through the week

Every word spoken too softly
Barely audible
Count on your neighbor to lean on

Dressed up, looking like a vision
Almost plausible
Count on your neighbor to lean on

Hold me for a second
Hold me as we sway
Tighter as we tumble
Hold me as we stray

One nail in the coffin
Hope we don't pay
Bag packed with nothing
Send them on their way

We're selling everything we never owned
It's a broken record playing on
It's the end of everything you know

We're selling everything that we call home
It's a broken record playing on
It's the end of everything we know

Hold me for a second
Hold me as we sway
Tighter as we tumble
Hold me as we stray

One nail in the coffin
Hope we don't pay
Bag packed with nothing
Send them on their way

All i know
All i know
Aaah you look a vision so
Sweet, almost plausible

All i know
All i know
Aaah you look a vision so
Sweet, almost plausible