Текст Hammond, Jr., Albert – Drunched In Crumbs

We walked a little drunk two sides to a tune
Three flights of stairs never felt so good
So we carried on, so we carried on

You’re under 21 like the barrel of a gun

I’ve been dragging on
Livin’ in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view
Put away all your good words
Decorating something you’ve heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again

The photo was precise, but none of it was right
I’m so unfit like a pig in shit
I feel at home at times
Seeing that I’ve walked too far
I’ve come too fast I’ve shown you all a blast
And now I’m somebody’s fault
You’re somebody’s fault,
You’re somebody’s reason too

Put away all your good words
Decorating something you’ve heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again
I’ve been dragging on
Livin’ in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view

I’ve been dragging on
Livin’ in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view
Put away all your good words
Decorating something you’ve heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again

And when she was gone
It’s just as they say she was gone
Although you are persistent
Your arms don’t give much lifting