Didn’t go to work at all

Couldn’t even make the call

Skipped payments on my truck

Grabbed my last hundred bucks

Bought you a pretty dress

But still you weren’t impressed

I’m sinking down on your love

Where is the god above

Sinking down on your dreams

And its harder than it seems

Took he to the county fair

And she didn’t even care

Like my first wife I couldn’t keep

She left me for the big sleep

We share a bottle on Labour Day

When I’d walk you’d dun away

I’m sinking down on your love

Where is the god above

Sinking down on your dreams

And its harder than it seems

Trying to get to you ever since I made parole

Trying tp out some heaven in this basement home

Talk of going back to school

Show them all you’re not a full

Talk of going back to bed

And we watch TV instead

And sometimes I feel like this

I need more than a kiss

She is only 12 years old

She don’t believe in God