Well I'm tired of lookin' at you
Knowin' I'm the reason you're cryin'
And I'm tired of lookin' at me
Knowin' I'm the reason we're broke
And I'm tired of pickin' the guitar up
And puttin' pen to paper and lyin'
I think I'll start a fire,
Put up every song I ever wrote
Sometimes I get a-thinkin'
Somebody oughta just knock me down
Sometimes I get the feelin'
That all I do is just run my mouth
And if I had a dollar
For every bit of trouble that I've caused
We'd be livin' in Santa Barbara
In a house the size of the Taj Mahal
I'm tired of the sound of a pile of bills
Landin' on the counter
And I'm tired of the sound
Of bottles hitting bottles in the trash
I'm tired of the sound of me
Tellin' you things are gonna get better
And I'm tired of the sound of me
Kickin' my own-
Oh, sometimes I get a-thinkin'
Somebody oughta just knock me down
Sometimes I get the feelin'
That all I do is just run my mouth
And if I had a dollar
For every bit of trouble that I've caused
We'd be livin' in Santa Barbara
In a house the size of the Taj Mahal
Sometimes I get a-thinkin'
Somebody oughta just knock me down
Sometimes I get the feelin'
That all I do is just run my mouth
And if I had a dollar
For every bit of trouble that I've caused
We'd be livin' in Santa Barbara
In a house the size of the Taj Mahal
We'd be livin' in Santa Barbara
In a house the size of the Taj Mahal
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