I don't need more light I just need the phone Got my bags and my tags I'm driving home You say I'm meaner I know I'm bled So you hold your tongue and I'll hold my head
Stealing home
I don't need more rest I just need a light What a mess, let me guess I'll be allright Look at this party I'll get them fed Then you hold your gun And I'll go to bed
Stealing home
Doesn' it bother you? You know that it's true That I just can't take you anywhere Anyway
Empty out your desk I'll see you outside Is she stuck? Pick her up, give her a ride I took all the quarters Paid off some debt We bent all the corners Just before we left