Mom is on vacation and daddy's gone away

When the cat's gone out the mice will play

Turn the stereo way up, turn the lights down low

Gonna call my friends up and everyone they know

I ain't no saint, I might be a sinner

Don't worry 'bout my reputation, cause I deliver

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD

Got a bottle in my left hand, whiskey on my breath

If we're not too careful we're drink ourselves to death

Swinging from the rafter swinging from the beer

If anyone should walk in we're everything they'd fear

It's gettin' pretty early 'cause it couldn't get later

We ain't no saints we might be sinners

Don't worry 'bout our reputation 'cause we deliver

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD

Bet they never thought they'd ever see their house this way

Don't worry 'bout the insurance there's nothing left to insure

I better run, better run, run run, run run run

I ain't no saint I might be a sinner

Don't worry bout my reputation 'cause I deliver

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK THERE'D BE BLOODSHED

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD

I ain't ever gonna settle down

I ain't gonna be anywhere to be found

Don't waste your time with any bloodhounds

Cause when I'm gone, I'm gonna be headin'

Down, down, down, down, down, down

Headin' down to hell

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