Текст Whiskey Myers – Bad Weather

This place looks like everything you wanted
Red roses, white doves and such
Church wedding bells, the hell is she thinkin’ there’s no green around her finger from us
I came to this place fully conscious

And the rain came down
Washed away all that he’d found
What’s the reason for keeping them around
Can’t place them together
That house on the hill there’s a prison
Spent too many years turned to hell
Oh how if those old walls could listen and hear me
Oh how much these old walls could tell
As and old man I know I should reason
But I could torch this old place might as well
With a can full of diesel and a booklet of matches
Let’s see what these ashes unveil

And the rain came down
Washed away all that he’d found
What’s the reason for keeping them around
Can’t place them together
Yeah the rain came down
Washed away all that he’d found
What’s the reason for keeping them around