Drunched in Crumbs Songtext
von Albert Hammond, Jr.

We walked a little drunk two sides to a tune
Three flights of stairs never felt so good
So we carried on, so we carried on

You′re under 21 like the barrel of a gun
Your mouth is full of words
You've clipped my hand with a bang bang

I′ve been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view
Put away all your good words
Decorating something you've heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again


The photo was precise, but none of it was right
I′m so unfit like a pig in shit
I feel at home at times
Seeing that I′ve walked too far
I've come too fast I′ve shown you all a blast
And now I'm somebody′s fault
You're somebody′s fault,
You're somebody's reason too

Put away all your good words
Decorating something you′ve heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again
I′ve been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view

I′ve been dragging on
Livin' in a competitors home
Pressing my lips to you
Want her to consider the view
Put away all your good words
Decorating something you′ve heard
Too many rooms lived in sin
I heard the army again and again


And when she was gone
It's just as they say she was gone
Although you are persistent
Your arms don′t give much lifting