Tekst piosenki:
I never met a dollar that didn't burn a hole in my pocket
I never met a Friday night that I didn't wanna a rock it
She wanted a brand new car, a house, and a pool and a garden
But all she got was a beat up truck and run down apartment
Well, it's 2:00 am and I just stumbled through the door
I've been a partyin' again like every Friday before
She took the couch, the chair, my tv, even my dog
Now there's nothin' left in here but the holes in the wall
(Holes in the walls)
Where all the pictures of her used to hang
But now they're all gone
(Holes in the walls)
It's kinda funny how it's startin' to feel like home
With these holes in the walls
Now I'm sittin' on the floor sippin' on a beer
Sizing up the room deciding where to hang that deer
You know a 60 inch flat screen would sure look good over there
I think I'll light one up and blow a little smoke in the air
(Holes in the walls)
Where all the pictures of her used to hang
Now they're all gone
(Holes in the walls)
It's kinda funny how it's startin' to feel like home
With these holes in the walls
(Holes in the walls)
Where all the pictures of her used to hang
Now they're all gone
(Holes in the walls)
It's kind 'a funny how it's startin' to feel like home
With these holes in the walls
These holes in the walls
Yeah, with these holes in the walls
Dodaj adnotację do tego tekstu »
Historia edycji tekstu
Komentarze (0):