If the Walls Could Talk

Mom is on vacation and daddy's gone away When the cat's gone out the mice will play Turn the stereo way up, turn the lights down low Gonna call my friends up and everyone they know I ain't no saint, I might be a sinner Don't worry 'bout my reputation, cause I deliver IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD Got a bottle in my left hand, whiskey on my breath If we're not too careful we're drink ourselves to death Swinging from the rafter swinging from the beer If anyone should walk in we're everything they'd fear It's gettin' pretty early 'cause it couldn't get later We ain't no saints we might be sinners Don't worry 'bout our reputation 'cause we deliver IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD Bet they never thought they'd ever see their house this way Don't worry 'bout the insurance there's nothing left to insure I better run, better run, run run, run run run I ain't no saint I might be a sinner Don't worry bout my reputation 'cause I deliver IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD I ain't ever gonna settle down I ain't gonna be anywhere to be found Don't waste your time with any bloodhounds Cause when I'm gone, I'm gonna be headin' Down, down, down, down, down, down Headin' down to hell