Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Originals

Lyrics:

Hollow eyes in the ceiling baby;
They're raining down on me.
"Where were you this time yesterday?"

Now were cutting them loose: hook, line and sinker;
Get out while you still can.
This small town'll be the death of you and me.

"Now hand over that licsense and registration,
You'd better grab that coat."
I'm headed downtown with no shoes.

Now they've got us trapped like
Like a caged up rat; about to go insane.
Stumbilin', singin' my whiskey bottle blues.

I hear 'em knockin' on my door,
Torn up pictures on the floor...

They said, "Are you comin' with me?"
Well, I ain't guily, no I ain't guilty.
Come and get me, come and get me,
And take me down.

Now we're dropping the ball like it's our next job;
Standing hollowed out inside.
Looking back over my left shoulder again.

And it ain't a question of all the sex and the drugs,
And whether you're on or you're off the bus.
Feeling lonesome in the end.

I hear 'em knockin' on my door,
Whiskey bottles across the floor...

They said, "Are you comin' with me?"
Well, I ain't guily, no I ain't guilty.
Come and get me, come and get me,
And take me down.

Now our little house there on the corner,
She's standing empty now.
This time last year they tore her down.

Well it ain't ever gonna be the same,
And lucky for us, ain't ever again.
And I can't sleep at night.

I hear 'em knockin' on my door,
And what they want now I don't know...

They said, "Are you comin' with me?"
Well, I ain't guily, no I ain't guilty.
Come and get me, come and get me,
And take me down.

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