Backhouse - White Lung

You’re at the edge of the backhouse

I’m running out of ways to close

Want to shut it out

I wouldn’t mind to show it

How i’m losing out

I wouldn’t mind if i was wrong

I’m always wrong

I’m always dead wrong

Believe it now

Believe me now

boy you really want me

In your stomach

To your mother’s home

I wouldn’t mind to show it

Just how you shut off

I’ll go back but i’ll never

I’ll never pay for you

I don’t need you

Not really

No really, no, never

Why did you

Why did you

You’re so damn selfish

Don’t send me a postcard

Don’t throw me a postcard with you

Hope you know

There was a promise you made