This Way the Back Door

Three lanes to the right
No head lights off the bridge
Under the freeway it’s not worth waiting
They’ve already taken the long way home

A moonlit parking lot a stagger from the road
Two fights had broken out their eyes were swollen closed

This way the back door
This way I’m out of luck
The longer that I stand here
The more I’m giving up

The same dusty pictures
They’ve been hanging on the walls
Handprints oh dirty handprints
They’ve collected everywhere
The television fades the image burning out
No need to worry there’s a twenty in the drawer

This way the back door
That way I’m out of luck
The longer that I stand here
The more I’m giving up

The tranny’s work out
The bus is dead
I can’t remember things
The little ones don’t go to bed

This way the back door
That way I’m out of luck
The longer that I stand here
The more I’m giving up

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