Drunched In Crumbs - Albert Hammond Jr

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

Your mouth is full of words

You’ve clipped my hand with a bang bang

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