It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle. I can't even fall in love at happy hour. I think i'll go home now and dream about the nightmares that could be, like all my friends turning inly my enemies, you're good at pushing me out.
|
|
Late that night i am awakened by the banshee's cry, and I am much too scared to get a drink. I see the rusty swing set blow from generations long ago, under the moonlight the plow is stained by the power of your name, you're good at pushing me out.
|
|
The farmer's daughter raises hell when i try to kiss her, screaming "daddies" now i run. here's to sickle swinging fun. You're good at pushing me out.
|
|
-----------------
|
Rocknroll
|
Lovedrug |