After washing your filthy sheets
But their voices are filled with song
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
He stole my heart and many other things
Come day go day
And whiskey on a Sunday
But that was yesterday
Come day go day
If only today
Cigarettes just kill the time
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
Songwriters: Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt
She dances in a photograph
Drinkin' their coca-colas
Chasin' down the avenue
After washing your filthy sheets
Singin' in the streets
Build a bridge or maybe two
Singin' in the streets
And whiskey on a Sunday
Empty are their pockets
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
But me I took his crown
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Everyone's long gone
Wish he was here to steal it now
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
But their voices are filled with song
But now she sits alone
After a childhood that she never knew
Drinkin' their coca-colas
Empty are their pockets
Publishers: 26F GELLERT HILL MUSIC, TWENTYSIXF MUSIC
But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
Slayed Richard and his court of kings
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Choking on woodbine
Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe
Singin' in and all
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Wish in my heart it was Sunday
She hears a chorus of factory girls
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singin' in and all
She hears a chorus of factory girls
Together held with footsteps she outgrew