Firewood - SEACATS

Go home to your girl

Pay the bills and lock the door

Now check the new and try to find someone who died

Go on, make a trip

Through the kitchen to the back fridge

To ease your mind to take it off those unpleasant

Oh I’m so sorry I don’t spend my time chopping firewood and

I’m so sorry I don’t take pride in the size of my truck and

I’m so sorry I don’t take advice from every person close to me and

I’m so healthy because I don’t listen to a word you say to me

Don’t change a thing cuz' your’e life is perfect man

Got everything that you could need

So slam your fist onto the table

And curse yourself for letting it go like

Your mind is an airport

Where nothing no one stays

Oh I’m so sorry I don’t spend my time chopping firewood and

I’m so sorry I don’t take pride in the size of my truck and

I’m so sorry I don’t take advice from every person close to me and

I’m so angry cuz' you don’t listen to a word that I say to you