Tired of hearing about the lost jobs
And the new drugs in this town
The gones and comes
And every moron's whereabouts
Just let me sleep on your couch
I made all the right promises
Still much to answer for
I made all the right promises
Still much to answer for
I leave home drunk and come back
Sad in the morning and as always
You will wake up you will go to sleep
And in-between lose everything
I made all the right promises
Still much to answer for
I made all the right promises
Not much for an answer
