Saturday we're drinking at the Satan's Hollow
Tryin ́ to lose sight of all the trouble we're in
You pour it down to find another way
I pour it down just to kill the pain.
The misery of mankind isn't yours to be
Sally, please, come take me home
We could try ́n patch up my wrecked soul.
And oh, I feel the ship is sinking
I can't reach the shore no more
And oh, I feel the ship is sinking
I can't reach the shore no more!
Oh, this town, it will treat you good enough while you're around
It's the people you might hate.
Oh, this town, it will treat you good enough while you're around
It's the people you might hate.
Our bruises seem to ricochet we won't repent
You remark how life is life-changing
While I wonder how your Big Hands grew so thin.
Ever since I got here my minds been torn
I ́m glad you stuck around lately
Even though, I haven't been the best possible version of me.
And oh, I feel the ship is sinking
I can't reach the shore no more
And oh, I feel the ship is sinking
I can't reach the fucking shore no more!
Oh, this town, it will treat you good enough while you're around
It's the people you might hate.
Oh, this town, it will treat you good enough while you're around
It's the people you might hate.
