Old 97S "Won't Be Home" |
Threw the bottle cap away For pushing me too far Well the problem's getting big And it's a compact car So I won't feel so bad I did all I could do Now I'm on a Wounded Knee We're at Waterloo So please get out Of my car I was born in the Back seat of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song That the radio sang was "I won't be home no more" We will rattle trap tonight My words are getting tired So listen for a while Before this they expire Oh it was them who failed All because of where I'm from Now the Moon's at 4:00 And it's high time Kingdom Come So please get out Of my car I was born in the Back seat of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song That the radio sang was "I won't be home no more" I was born in the Back seat of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song That the radio sang was "I won't be home no more" "No I won't be home no more" I'm pulling off the road I'm opening the door I'm giving you the payment I'm telling you what for You're no more than a thought No more than a thought I'm getting smaller In the rear view mirror Getting smaller In the rear view mirror Getting smaller In the rear view mirror Getting smaller I was born in the Back seat of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song That the radio sang was "I won't be home no more" I was born in the Back seat of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song That the radio sang was "I won't be home no more" "No I won't be home no more" "No I won't be home no more" Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |