Gregsong - Kitsch

Every time I go back your’e gonna be there

It’s just like watching M.A.S.H

I know what happens next

Every time I go back your’e gonna be there

Holding that same old flame

Although you know it burns

I treated you wrong

What can I do to make it up?

The clock is ticking over

And the wind is growing cold for winter

My old man’s so far away

No wonder why they bills aren’t paid

And the rain comes pouring

Down, harder everyday

Everything but the pain

Successfully washed away