From The Bughouse
Do you hear the storm out there
I wish it would blow the whole town away.
Do you think I'd even care
If you were to pass me by in the street today
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you
Do you see these weary eyes
They better hold those right through your alibi.
Do you hear the storm out there
I wish it would blow the whole town away.
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you
From the bughouse
From the gutter
This one goes to you