Matthew Good Band. Hospital Music. Born Losers. Zeneszám

Well there ain't nothin' to this but your daughter
And the life you would not give her
Break your plans
Traipsed across the continent, a squatter
For your lies at night to sleep between my hands

When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly
But when they're out, strangers fall in love
She could never say that flat out she don't want me
'Cause I could never say that halfway ain't enough

New Order's on the turntable, we're dancing
'Cause what else do you do when you don't talk
Crucified then crawled into your mansion
Yeah, that's why I learned to crawl before I walk

We're back where we belong
Straight back where we belong
No days or nights
No cocaine calls
Just back where we belong

Take me out back to your promise
And beat me until I can't even stand
Your whole life, a plane without no landing gear

So if this is it, then come on let me land

That trailer trash pedigree is callin'
It rides you out when you're down on all fours
Me I like to cast my death on yesterday
'Cause what doesn't kill us now
Just makes us better whores

We're back where we belong
Straight back where we belong
No days or nights
No cocaine calls
Just back where we belong

Go put it in the ground
Go bury it somewhere it can't be found
Go put it in the ground

Well there ain't nothin' to this but your daughter
And the life you would not give her, break your plans
Traipsed across the continent, a squatter
For your lies at night to sleep between my hands