Texty

I've been working all day I've been shaking it loose It's been raining for hours I've been spilling my juice Nothing means nothing I couldn't care less And now that you're gone, I can't even guess I've got snakes in my cellar I've got blood in my bed Bombs in the closet They're all painted cherry red And a feel like a mad scientist I've got loose change in my head Nothing but trouble these days I eat bullets in my bread Now that you're gone I'm sober every night I can't get high - no - I can't get right Violent romantic On a seven day binge Losin' a gamble But I get my revenge Start thinking about thunder And I get mad again Soaking up electricity Like bourbon and gin Now that you're gone I'm sober every night I can't get high - no - I can't get right Hallucinated green light And I slammed on the gas My performance ain't perfect But it's loud and it's fast Set sail for the new world And I burned down the mast Well, it wasn't the first time And I know it won't be the last Now that you're gone, honey, I'm sober every night I can't get high - no - I can't - get - right Get right
Writer(s): Daniel Hutchens, Eric Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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