This house is a hotel, I won’t stay long I’d rather be at church Unless the holy water works, I won’t come around anymore
Set fire to your worries Let fear burn to the ground When the storms are rolling in and you’re filled up to the brim, they won’t come around anymore
Baby aint that how the big boys roll Aint no other man gonna save my soul Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow And you won’t come around anymore
Stand in the ocean, let light in your heart The tide is getting low, and the wind’s not gonna blow If you don’t come around anymore
Baby aint that how the big boys roll Aint no other man gonna take my soul Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow And you won’t come around anymore
It’s not at all good but it aint that bad It’s not at all good but it aint that bad