Flashlight Brown My House
I wonder if it's friday night or if it's sunday night My house is crazy and I don't know why I'd like to think I'd like to sleep or even meditate But I'm sure they won't hear a word I say They sit around and hang around and eat up all my food Wear my clothes and drink up all my booze Even if I were to leave or tell them to be gone They'll refuse and ask me "where's the doms?" So give them my love Now that you've had your fun Please leave us alone Get out of our home It's 4 am on sunday and I'll never get to bed Another drink and I just may be dead They're all still here pracning around and I think I'm having fun But it would be good if they could be gone Bleed on my guitar and ruin all our favorite songs Puke on our new couch to keep your drinking game going on Saddle up to my tv and wait there for the sun You may think you're funny but you're just a f..cking drunk