Testo di Basement Home

Didn't go to work at all Couldn't even make the call Skipped payments on my truck Grabbed my last hundred bucks Bought you a pretty dress But still you're not impressed I'm sinking down on your love Where is the god above Sinking down on your dreams And it's harder than it seems Took her to the county fair And she didn't even care Like my first wife I couldn't keep She left me for the big sleep We shared a bottle on Labor Day When I'd walk you'd run away I'm sinking down on your love Where is the god above Sinking down on your dreams And it's harder than it seems Trying to get to you ever since I made parole Trying to put some heaven in this basement home Talk of going back to school Show them all you're not a fool Talk of going back to bed And we watch TV instead And sometimes I feel like this I need more than a kiss She is only 12 years old She don't believe in God