John Hiatt. Zero House. Zeneszám

You took my pride and I want it back

No more loving on the torture rack

No more running when you call my name

The things we've done, baby make me feel ashamed



Minus me, minus you,

Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house



Seven rooms for seven long years

Till only dead people livin' here

Maybe I should mutter this under my breath

But honey I think love scared us to death



Opposites subtract

Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house



We're so stupid that it makes me want to scream

Baby I think dogs have better dreams

Would you look at what we try to live up to

Baby I don't want this memory of you



Bad boy, bad girl

Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house



We both came here perfectly tempted

And now we're leaving it perfectly empty

Nobody lived here, no woman, no man

Just a couple of flies circling a garbage can

Think about it, buzz a while



Smoke out, ghost lovers, burn down the zero house

Burn it down

Burn down the zero house

Burn, Burn